Lyrics
Yeah, I was down bad but never went out sad
If he fall down then he gon' get up fast
If the sun come up then he gon' get a bag (yeah)
Dreams of that 911 peanut butter Jag
Grass always due before the mornin' pass, just as sure as that
Guaranteed that I'ma get some cash (we up)
Rap game survival of the fittest, can you pop it last?
A half pass, get your ass up, nigga
Complete some tasks or get left in the past (stupid)
Time's the most valuable currency you can have
So if the money too slow, it cut your profits down to half (real shit)
Somehow they can't see the math, church in session like mass
Too prolific, too on task, too brolic, too fast
Thurman Thomas, three mansions, four commas
Every time I close my eyes so I know I'll soon conquer
'Nother task in the books, another hater gon' holla
That ain't never paid the bills, his occupation ain't 'bout nothin'
Never had no skills, can't put in, you can't put out nothin' (we want cash, care less 'bout fame)
Fur's all made off-white like cocaine
Ground control, rocket ships burst like flames
Can't hate the player, gotta chalk it to the game
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah