| When I was just hustling broke, didn’t nobody see me through it |
| Word to my mother, niggas knew it, but I still went through it |
| Snooze, then you lose, guess I snoozed 'cause I still went through it |
| Cried 'bout the Bentley coupe, ooh, man, I still went through it |
| Now I wrap my millions up, niggas wonder how he do it |
| When I run my mills, man, nobody see me do it |
| Last album deal up, labels tryna see me through it |
| Charlie put them M’s up, niggas thought he really blew it |
| Now I keep a S on my chest, baby |
| I saved the world in a dress, baby |
| Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly |
| Fell in love with sipping the 'Tech, baby |
| I just wanna hustle the best, baby |
| Keep the money close, I don’t trust, baby |
| Run up on me, told you I’ma bust, baby |
| Tryna keep me going when I nut, baby |
| Say you don’t love me, better look me in my eyes |
| Tried to play me, your face looked surprised |
| I told you day one I was gonna find out |
| Heard 'bout you sneaking, bringing niggas in your house |
| I feed the block, I make 'em hustle, get your crumbs up |
| We know you freaked that little bitch, you can’t tongue us |
| She broke my heart and basically told me get my lungs up |
| Ever since then I don’t love again |
| She tried to tell me I wasn’t him |
| My self-confidence 'bove the rim |
| Got a few brothers in the pen |
| None of the green dots in |
| They got chains on and iPhoned up |
| Few blows on and they bracelet diamond cut up |
| He ready to get it on, don’t wanna talk 'bout love |
| That blade seven-fifty, shouldn’t of ate that up |
| Couple niggas with me say they faced that up |
| They going head first, no time to ask what’s up, yeah |
| That’s the definition of he love me and trust me and fuck with me |
| The time come, you crying and you gone |
| Now I keep a S on my chest, baby (Ayy) |
| I saved the world in a dress, baby (Yeah) |
| Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly (Yeah) |
| Fell in love with sipping the 'Tech, baby (Grr, grr) |
| I just wanna hustle the best, baby (Bitch, I just-) |
| Keep the money close, I don’t trust, baby (I don’t trust, nah) |
| Last album deal up, labels tryna see through it |
| Charlie put them M’s up, niggas thought he really blew it |