Ay, look

Really got no time for the small talk

and all I′m thinkin' about is the bag (bag)

I got two phones, one for the legal work

the one other they hit up for the slabs (work)

Phone line jumpin′ like Ja Morant

I had cuddies comin' to the lab (uh-huh)

Your corner told you watch for the hook

but you blind, didn't see the jab

All I do is put pain on the page, with the pen

I′m somethin′ like Stephen King (uh-huh)

My nightmare stuck in a dreamcatcher

when I fell asleep, God showed me things (uh-huh)

I've seen everything I ever wanted

then He aksed me how hard I′ma go to get it

Can do the same shit that you used to do

I was wildin', sinnin′ just to hold a digit

Now we in the Benzy

blowin' smoke out the window on the road to riches (uh-huh)

No one these hos wanna get next to

see the diamonds dance when I pose for pictures (bling)

I′m a different nigga

knew nobody was comin' to save me, so I hit the block

When I re'd up on Broadway

I met the plug at the Colombian chicken spot (uh)

′Cause I know a place I can get off weight

and the clientele like to sniff a lot (uh-huh)

On the way there

got a bitch with a hunnid yams hidden in her crotch (I do)

This the life I chose

I can find money on the road quicker than I find a job

From the dirt, I rose, I give blood, sweat

tears, heart, soul, I′ma livin' God (uh)

Slow down, nah, bitch, I′m livin' fast

Snakes in the grass plottin′ on my downfall

hopin' that a nigga crash

I′m focused, got tunnel vision, plottin' on a bigger bag

Only see what's ahead of me

I got no time to be lookin′ back

Nah, I got no time to be lookin′ back

Only see what's ahead of me

I got no time to be lookin′ back

Slow down, nah, bitch, I'm livin′ fast

Only see what's ahead of me

I got no time to be lookin′ back

What you do it for? I need land and assets (money)

Got the whole world in my hand, life a gamble

but a lotta niggas ass-bet (stupid)

I was young and thuggin', runnin' wild

had cops comin′ to the address

Fast forward, see me out in Greece, all I do is feast

got these niggas mad stressed (haha)

You ain′t gettin' no money

you ain′t never go in a spa with a Lou V bag

You ain't gettin′ no money

You ain't never go to Long Island boost all of the

stores with the Lou V bag or the polo sweaters

You ain′t never go to school with the

GemStar the next day after niggas

tried to get at you say wassup with it