Touchin’ losses, after L come M I run up a bag then I do it again I hop on the money like it was a trend This shit I been doing, you can’t even pretend When I first came in and took my first loss Now I look back, that shit made me a boss Had to boss up and it come with’ a cost Blood, sweat, tears and then mofuckin’ ball I had a plan and I gave it my all Bitch might not call back but the racks they gon’ call Racks talk, you know I talk back Ride for the gang like a mofuckin’ bike Play with’ the clique, you go up like a kite Don’t beef on the Internet, we shoot you on sight They want that crack, I’ma give ’em that crack Young nigga havin’ birds just like stacks No, ain’t shit sweet, fuck around and get wacked Y’all ain’t puttin’ up no numbers, nigga, just check them stats The money wasn’t knockin’ so I went and broke the door Addicted to the money like blow Yeah, play with’ the check and I blow Yeah, choppa it mofuckin’ blow Stand for somethin’ or you gon’ fall for anything Mama still workin’, I’ma get it by any means Keep a.30 and I’m prayin’ for enemies Nigga got a problem, get it solved like a remedy