Lyrics
It's one thing if you fall, another if you don't get up
Hustle come with evidence, I don't believe in luck
You a fool if you believe that people really give a fuck
Always keep my foot on the gas while you stuck
The folks with the empty pockets got a lot to say
I don't gotta talk shit, I put the work in, then I pray
I can see my future, feet up on the sand by the bay
Put it on the tab, we don't worry how to pay
Frail niggas pointin' fingers, tryna figure who to blame
I told you I was chasin' bread while you was chasin' fame
I told you I was in my bag, but you was switchin' lanes
I told you life get real, this shit is not a game
I can tell the way you speak, they never told you facts
You thought this shit was easy, dawg, I never told you that
I told myself it's time to go off, no more holdin' back
Truth be told, when you come up from the mud, you can't relax
You gotta keep it pushin, ain't no time to double back
Niggas say they poppin' off, it's giving bubble wrap
These niggas came up off of lies, so now they stuck with that
Same one sayin' they runnin' shit, we all know it's cap
I aim for the sky now I'm eye to eye with the stars now
I came from the mud, it don't hurt as much when you fall down
No W-2s, it's time to be a boss now
How that all sound? How that all sound?
I aim for the sky now I'm eye to eye with the stars now
I came from the mud, it don't hurt as much when you fall down
No W-2s, it's time to be a boss now
How that all sound? How that all sound?
We was switchin' lanes, not even lookin' at the dash
GG4, we gave em' Za, gave em' Runtz, gave em' Gas
I don't give a fuck how fast we goin, my head can hit the glass
Every trip that I took, I said"This one gon' be my last, Nigga"
Check me, why you hoppin' on my line
If we ain't talkin' bread, then you just wastin' my time
I'm paranoid, I see them lights and get my seat back on recline
Now I'm tryna' go vegan, cause I can't touch no swine
Now I'ma paint a picture, but I ain't talkin' Basquiat
My youngin' want a re-up, but he ain't tryna' cop a lot
We had to double down, he said my heart cold like a hockey puck
He came back with a half and try to tell me that the block was hot
Huh, you gotta' meet me where I meet you
But keep it on the low, so nobody screamin' free you
Nowadays, motherfuckers greasy, they'll leave you
In the dirt six feet under in the coffin, where they keep you
I aim for the sky, now I'm eye to eye with the stars now
I came from the mud, it don't hurt as much when you fall down
No W-2s, it's time to be a boss now
How that all sound? How that all sound?
I aim for the sky, now I'm eye to eye with the stars now
I came from the mud, it don't hurt as much when you fall down
No W-2s, it's time to be a boss now
How that all sound? How that all sound?
I aim for the sky, now I'm eye to eye with the stars
I came from the mud, it don't hurt as much when I fall
No W-2s, it's time to be a boss now
How that all sound?