Money first then my eyes close From a good yute to a psycho I’m that nigga that they rate on the mic tho But they hate on the roads nigga try know This my letter to the roads Been a mad time but soon I got to go Started off hood rapping with the bros So I’m still baffed when I’m getting money for a show Banged a lot of niggas in their face I did 2 bill moves then put Gucci on my waist Now I got P’s for a crib and a Range So I’m thinking in my head “Whens a nigga gonna change?” It cool tho, take it in my [?] If I don’t blow then Terry from the 9 will Even when I finish with this road ting Violate me and you still will get a poking ‘Cause I can’t help the way my mind changes One day you goin’ see me in the front pages Hope you don’t see me for the wrong reasons Tryin’ to have a 100 mill when I’m not dreaming A lot of niggas want to take my life Need to make a choice either fight or flight You already know nigga, I’ma ride People goin’ still say my name if I’m not alive [?] If I love you then trust me I’m the nicest If I know you got the belly then your boys Peaking Then I watch crime watch with my heart beating Live a bad life but I polish it Still got my Cartier through the politics Big shanks, big [?] I get money everyday I ain’t stopping it