One-two, one-two
One-two, one-two
I work hard for a profit, I got lint balls in my pockets
Haters stopping, move with caution
These opportunities knocking, get it popping
Fill my body up with toxins everyday
Challenges right in front of me, I walk a different way
So it's hard for me to achieve goals when I don't got motivation
With the lime light in my eyesight but I still can't find the patience
And I hate it, I think too much and I drink too much so I'm faded
In the hot tub got her naked, playing Californication
I tell myself that I made it but I know that's not the case
I'ma cop a Glock then pop a shot like open up the safe
I've been waiting forever and it's been taking forever
My blood's cold, I'm walking in the rain with no sweater
I do it dolo, and pave my own lane for the better
Chasing the cheddar, pacing waiting 'cause the pain got me fed up
And they can't hang when the game change they shook of what could happen
I won't stop 'til my heart stops and they put me in that casket
I do this 'cause I need this and I see this as my passion
I'm up all night and I'm sleepless and I'm dreaming of expansion
That's what happens, it's crazy I'm excited for the outcome
Stressing is my weapon I won't leave the house without one
And as the wheels keep turning, the trees keep burning
I'm out here and I'm tryna get rich
But as the money goes missing, these people act different
It's 'cause they know I'm on my shit
But I don't need them, I'm stuck in the deep end
No, I don't need them, I'm stuck in the deep end
I trust few and I doubt some
They only there when the drought come
This rap shit is my sidekick when I'm frustrated and down some
I stack loot and I save up, my attitude is just pay up
So I f*ck the beat then we break up
I run the scene like the grey cup
I'm in the club with that thang tucked
Say the wrong thing and get laced up
I don't play tough I just hate chumps
Who act hard when it's made up
It's all the same procedure
I steal meals when I'm eager
The real deal and you Bieber
Got wheels of steel like a leader
I don't need ya, so you can miss me with the phone calls
I tour the country getting' money with my road dogs
And I've been waiting on that green light for so long
The truth is all these dudes suck like blow jobs
I get tired but I can't sleep, I'm still stuck in the back seat
I'm driving round' at a fast speed
'Til I start to swerve and I can't see
I lose faith and I find more
I'm screw face and a crime lord
I'm too baked and my eyes sore
My dues making me grind more (it's Merk)
And as the wheels keep turning, the trees keep burning
I'm out here and I'm tryna get rich
But as the money goes missing, these people act different
It's 'cause they know I'm on my shit
But I don't need them, I'm stuck in the deep end
No, I don't need them, I'm stuck in the deep end