everyday i wake up i say a pray uh thank the lord for the fact that nigga hey uh round of a applause got a lot of work to spay uh transactions bring that paper upstairs gotta make sure all that money there i don t play when come to them onions take them ones to the bank i need hunnids no fives and tens i don t want it i ain t trying to be a bastard but coming with straight benjis made the counting process faster i m a trapper weed dealer my everyday watch is a sea dweller i see cheddar going for the gusto with no regrets on what i coulda been i put it in ringleader of the shadow government my last rap check i bought pounds of good this next one s to get my moms out the hood she working to pay the bills and i m working to have a chill til then i m playing the field tryna get this chicken for real shit is wicked on these mean streets none of my friends speak we all tryna win but then again ambition turn to anger and there you have it best friends turn to strangers uh right i let it go and let my chips stack my nigga got caught for some work but we ate better of the git back it might as well have been gift wrapped the number one rule don t leave no work where your kids at cause it s the hustle gang these streets ain t right stash in another crib and keep my heat up high road to the riches to the top of the mountain say goodbye to being poor say hello to accountants cop my bitch a big birkin and some kush and loboutins shout out to that scale that helped me weigh out them ounces watch out for the leeches and waveriders and hoes that come over sober with alterior motives weed out the fake friends shit be all good when they in that s your man tell him no for something see then shouts to the cats that expect nothing from me different number same jersey  we used to fight for building blocks now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing so we could cop coupes remove roof poof ceiling fresh off the stoop ten inch boots god willing a nigga see tomorrow dodging tips that s hollow yea i drink a lot but never pride swallowed gripping on my bottle from the home of apollo you could wear the wire while i move like marlo harpo was what a nigga pushing for as i cook the raw shit you could tell nigga just look at me then look at y all key and ivory weigh ins i m low down dirty pay attention and you ll get just what i m saying coming of age as i m stuck in my ways where i m from to get your name rung you gotta keep your hand gun can i live nigga is you friend or foe i live by these three words money cash hoes it s lo2