Raised down the street from the Budget Suites
From the same city that Bugsy and Lefty were runnin' things
Russian roulette I got blanks in it luckily
Walk out the bank and I look like a Money Tree
Livin' my life like a lottery pick
And I know that they leeching it's making me sick
Gotta pay rent if you tryna stick around
They want Real estate all on my dick
They gotta break out the bread if they want me to headline
Got it invested and made it back ten times
I need a 'Rari I push to the redline
I need a Brittany somebody to Federline
I need a PJ the cabin get pressurized
I feel the weight on my back
People talkin' just to talk, you give em what they want, they don't know how to act
You gotta do what you gotta do
They gonna talk, that's an excuse
I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot, a lot left to prove
You gotta do what you gotta do
They gonna talk, that's an excuse
I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot, a lot left to prove
I open a window, I open the gate
I opened the door, and you see what they take
When that shit happen you don't see it comin'
A knife in the back and a lie to the face
I just been grinding away
Watching how all of this shapes up
That's that shit I can't escape
I could put that on my name, I'm livin zen but the tension insane
I don't say half of the shit on my brain
They don't do half of that shit that they say
No time to eat got too much on my plate
I'm not the one to put trust in the game
I been one that might f*ck up a stage
I might just roll one and set it aflame
Burning that bridge but it lit up the way
You gotta do what you gotta do
They gonna talk, that's an excuse
I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot, a lot left to prove
You gotta do what you gotta do
They gonna talk, that's an excuse
I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot, a lot left to prove