Letras
Love it or hate it
I'm on my grind none stop
And I can't sleep
Nigga
Until I'm on top
Why they envy me?
Must be mvp
And I ain't going no where
You got to get to know me
Run up the money
The only time you see me sprinting
You ain't chasing your dreams
My nigga
You ain't really living
I don't stay on the scene
I'm trying to stack it to the ceiling
Fuck a feeling
It ain't green
I ain't going for it
How you staying on your grind
But ain't got nothing that you showing for it
Rocking Yeezy
Fuck a Tom Ford
I ain't wearing designer
If all my people had to die for it
It's on my mental
I can't cry for them
But I roll a three-five
Spark it up
And I get high for them
Put that shit up in the sky for them
Lost some niggas
Now he only put his trust inside the styrofoam
His nigga never made the ride home
When it come to the stories
I never tell him
So I'm speaking
Cut off my nigga
He way to stuck on getting even
Yeah I fucked up
Watching my progress
No I ain't luck up
I don't give a fuck
You call it stuck up
Deuces I'm a chuck up
Like
Yeah
Why they envy me?
Aye
Get out the trenches
I know they say you pushing thirty
Riding with niggas
Your cup full
Sprite dirty
I ain't dying for niggas
I only kill for myself
Can't be lying to niggas
I keep it real with myself
Like
Why I go and think about the times
Gone wrong?