I'm smoking on a pack, thinking all about the stack
A team wit me, so I know somebody got my back
Ask ya self, what the a cause is when you see me react
Most time it's logic over emotion, that's a fact
Im still on point, tryna focus n do my laps
Bunch of calisthenics doing my dips, working my lats
Pushing P, but this ain't Thug here on the track
& I ain't from da A, so I'd never call it a trap
Just Making money, hand over fist, counting racks
The day I ain't making no money, I'll get the strap
Hate a snitch, you never gon catch me around a rat
Bout progression, counting all my blessings & never cap
The same shit, different day, writing my raps
Same concept as bagging the product up in the sack
Wit some "getters" & know I'm a put this shit on the map
Sell for profit, we bet on ourselves then bet it back
Circle got smaller I'm okay with that
Careful how you say my name, I don't play wit that
Riding with that thang, yeah I stay with that
No we ain't giving out credit, gotta pay for that
Niggas swear they real but I smell a rat
Ain't no need to sugar coat I just tell that facts
O fell off and you fell for that? Nigga stop playing with ya nose you should sell a pack
If I take a shot I'm a aim to kill
I can't be around fake niggas claiming real
Start spraying with the Kay and show my painting skills
Do it when you see me stop fronting niggas ain't for real
Jandro always kept it buck with me
Dow been real since day one and he f*ck wit me
Razor blade give a nigga buck 50
I ain't going no where niggas stuck with me