| Some days I look up to the sky like tell me why |
| Tell me why do all the real niggas gotta die |
| And why is it so hard just for some to keep it real |
| Maybe that’s why on some days I don’t know how to feel |
| Why it feels like I gotta stay strapped gotta watch my back |
| Trust no one 'cause I can’t let them put me on my back |
| 'Cause these niggas will stick you all over a dolla bill |
| On the real they will kill for it turn you to a meal for it |
| That’s why I be on the go to go get more |
| Just to stack some dough and then get… |
| So I can run it up again |
| Turn my best friend to a white man his name Benjamin |
| I want Franklin’s, turn my losses into wins |
| But even when I lose I win |
| Each time I gain a lesson |
| Started countin' all the blessings yeah |
| Every time I get to stressin' out |
| Get out my feelings and in my bag |
| to that |
| since I turned it to millions and billions |
| Un huh huh (Yes I) need some more |
| Like get up off yo' ass and what you waitin' for |
| Gotta keep it movin', keep him groovin' |
| Ima stack this cash until I can’t no more |
| And that’s on me, one thing’s for sure |
| I got my hustle from the streets, that’s all I know |
| 'Cause where I’m from they play for keeps, you never know |
| When it’s your time to go |
| Until I do I keep it G I vow I’ll never fold |
| Un huh huh (Yes I) need some more |
| Until I do I keep it G I vow I’ll never fold |
| Un huh huh (Yes I) need some more |
| Until I do I keep it G I vow I’ll never fold |