I want them diamonds on my neck cause
I know that I'm ready
Im bout to get one with this check cause I'm counting my Getty
And matter of fact ill throw it up like hand full confetti
Click x3 that the sound of the keyboard hear The sound of my pain when I grind as I go seek more coffee got me geeked up can I get a repour I done so much work where the hell is my reward
I get so tired of rippin and running
I'm muddering mumbling
Capture my words no time for tumblin
I'm from the southern land
I wanted a hundred band
Work on the road like an automobile
Cash change audible on my bill
Get muscle from hustle and keeping it real x2
Keep proper posture as I press on positivity
Opportunity knocking, and anxiety please don't visit
Ima bee to this business
Peace all around me damn my head got a nimbus
Accolades on my agenda
Throwing hate like a dicus
But it don't make the distance
I'm so quick with the quickness
Yeah i Taylor with the swiftness
I be tired like a wheel
I don't know what is real
I don't how I feel
Bout my dreams what's the deal
I be grinding harder than a skateboard
Spitting fire like Dragon dropping napalm
Just waiting for the income
Tell me where I can get some
Nobody is trying listen
But mane I'm on mission
To get this jewelry glistening
When the night falls i come in
Reap the benefits of my dividends
Movin work just so I can eat again
Mama say I need to leave the game
F*ck it cause hard to change
Smelling good swerving lane
I be thinking I'm the mane
I can tell you think the same
So tell me nigga what it is
Is you really bout ya biz
Cause I'm really bout mine
I want them diamonds on my neck cause i know that I'm ready
I bout to get one with this check cause I'm counting my Getty
And matter of fact I throw it up like hand full confetti