Mailbox Money

I say, ain't nothin' changed but the numbers on the dash I prayed and worked hard, now I own what I asked for

Yeah, road to riches, had to sidestep the task force I really live what I rap, boy

Sold out shows wall to wall, shit packed

Yeah, I used to be up in a trap

I used to be up in a cell Envisioning where I'm at now

Back against the wall, I can't back down

It took me longer to make it, I took the back route

But I ain't sacrifice my dignity for rap clout

So I can look in the mirror with all integrity

And know I'm staring at the very best version of me

These niggas ain't like that, they all fake that's facts

They do the least amount of work and then want pats on the back

But see, my hustle's impeccable, probably why I'm ahead of you

So after checkin' my chicken, I'ma check out my schedule

And the show sold out, I got a check on the back end, I'm getting mailbox money

I turned pain into gold, getting rich off the rapping, I'm getting mailbox money

I transitioned from a trap star to a rap star

I kept it G the whole time, wasn't even that hard

Forever solidified, all I played was my part

Am I the realest nigga in it? Hell yeah, by far

Getting mailbox money

I remember praying, I just wanna make it

Straight out the gutter, but I knew I was destined for greatness

A lot of niggas had it, a lot of niggas lost it

They put value in validation, I pursued the profits

Diamond in the dirt, who knew he was flawless?

I did the work so my residuals coming regardless

Mailbox money, that's a check dummy

I successfully transitioned, show respect to me

Cause not a lot of us made it, them niggas faded off

Some just succumbed to addiction and couldn't shake it off

Some people gambled with life and had to pay the cost

Some niggas watched from afar, but was never involved

Ooh, showed you my pain, showed you my scars

Ooh, showed you my heart, showed you my flaws

My success is imminent cause I gave it my all

I give a fuck if you offended, I'm showing it off

And the show sold out, I got a check on the back end, I'm getting mailbox money

I turned pain into gold, getting rich off the rapping, I'm getting mailbox money

I transitioned from a trap star to a rap star

I kept it G the whole time, wasn't even that hard

Forever solidified, all I played was my part

Am I the realest nigga in it? Hell yeah, by far

Getting mailbox money