I work hard to be the guy they say I can't be
My first job I've been the boss if you ask me
I got bots first drop it's where the cash be
I got her soft hot box in the back seat
Modern art in my house Great Gatsby
What took you seven days I did last week
Black lavish new fashion zar palace
Pure marble cocaine floor to the attic
They miss you after they tell you, you never was the one
I always was the one that's why they miss me when I'm gone
They gone recognize to hate me they love the promised one
Everything I always wanted I could fit in this song
My second job run up my dollars like a track meet
Had me working like and athlete, fact sheet
And when it comes to money nothing that you can keep
No jumper ballin these seats by the stat sheet
Nothing in my vicinity I can't reach
Consistently keeping real one's around me
I leveled up and I got em wondered like how he
No regrets a young nigga living doubt free