you be paper chasing you got your block on fire remaining a g until the moment you expire you know what it is and make something out of nothing you handle your biz and don t be cryin and suffering yeah you know i m going in yeah you know i m going in fifty racks up in that louis just made fifty more fifty rounds up out that uzi gest you hit the floor you on your grind you make your runs you keep your pockets healthy you hit your runners with that work your block is rocking steady that s what i m talking about lil one do your thing you stepping on that competition pursuing your game thirty on your wrist about eighty on your sterling you got them haters sick they finna hurl up you pray to god you keep your focus never go insane make each and every dollar count and stack all of your change but them jackers they ain t jacking that shit that you say they catch you slipping line you up that chopper hit your brain all this water on me make these bitches go insane workaholic make my donuts with that coffee man i m stepping out work i m stepping on inquisition for that paper probably call my mo call my mobile phone you fuck around them killers put your shit up on a curb knock your melon off your neck your days have been disturbed cross we grow up back to back in front that venue leave with your chick right in that whip i cut that like a balling so hard on these busters think i need a ring while you cramping on that locker room i m in the game they need to know i m crushing everything within my range my jewelry dripping and that candy paint you see them stained 