My album charted mandem thought I was
But I'm back on my grind like recording is long
'Cause they don't wanna let me through the door like Jehovah witness
So I'm back selling raw on the road to riches
I just made six figures off of streams
Still dealing with the fiends 'cause I got bigger dreams
Feeling like John Gotti I'm the last mob
No Ammi so I'm out in manny copping Star Dog
Send my nigga rebel out I don't take trips
I looked in the mirror getting followed by like eight Whips
I did a U-Turn saw all the cars yewy too
Now I'm scared thinking to myself "What shall I do?"
So hot them other trapstars don't wanna roll with me
Back on the strip with the crabs but its no biggie
Skrapz told me make sure that you don't re-up
All I do is trap I don't know how to put my feet up
So I went to check my bedrin
When I left I saw a fed put down his coffee and start his engine
Now I'm thinking fuck I can't even trap
They won't let me do shows a nigga can't even rap
Plus I got these fools tryna diss me on a track
But we'll see what happens all these haters wishing I get clapped
I should fly out but I just wanna get this dough
I keep hurting girls I care about I wish they let me go
So let me tell how life without trappings going
Sitting on the block watching all them other trappers going
Thinking I can make a quick 100K
Even though I probably waste it on a watch and another chain
Would be rich if it weren't for them times I lost bread
I was playing Fifa, Pebs called me said the crops dead
Now what shall I do I'm used to moving keys in the city
Going crazy I need to be busy
So I went Glasgow to see Flanders
Thinking I can take this over they ain't even got no cameras
You wouldn't think that I got signed
The same time I was on the charts tryna build a dot line
Then I got nicked on the mains with a fiend
Wish I was like them other rappers raping the scene
Niggas think I'm rich but it ain't what it seems
Yeah I got dough but I got eight figure dreams
My chicks acting up that's the last of my problems
Cuh I nearly got remanded in Scotland
Me and F.G caught a plane every morning
To go court I should be on stage somewhere touring
I'm going back to jail is what I thought at my trial
Buss case we had Aces in the court like Nadal
I swear down I need a new lane
The plug ain't my friend I'm still at the bottom of the food chain
Still can't get support from the radio
But that don't phase me yo
As long as I'm making though
So I started thinking of a master plan
Jump back in the rentals gave my car to Shan
And these days I spend the most on bud
That don't make sense 'cause I know the plug
I went Cali for Gelato straight facts
You would think I was tryna fuck up my spine tryna get that straight back
Came home gassed giving chains to my favourite nitty
Might change this shit from Ice to Flavours city
So holla if you need an ounce bro
'Bout to leave my workers number on the outro