I hate talking bout the hard days
Me and broski in ya city with them long kays
I been rapping in the night like it was broad day
Rely on god he won't put me in the wrong place
I ain't going back to sleep recording all day
I don't need ya help because I'm self made
I was broke but now I'm flexing in the 12 grade
It ain't easy when you tryna get ya self paid
We brought a chain for every time we had a hard day
I been grinding I don't wanna grind the wrong way
Gotta go and get that bag the Santa clause way
Just stay humble and be loyal what my mom say
I can't speak on what i know cause you could be the po po
We don't take this as a joke you play with us you get smoked
Please don't let me get a rope
I'll be the one that get choked
On the grind I caught the bus so I could go get the dough
He don't know who I am, I'm surprised he don't know
Cause his girl in my dm saying she like the flow
I don't like super man never saving a hoe
Yea yea, I guess it goes how it goes
I just gotta bad mindset
I been thinking bout my life wonder if I'm at my climax
I just wanna give my mom checks
Imma blow I ain't talking bout a bomb threat
