3am 4am 5 6 again
I work so much I lost all of my friends
Don't give a f*ck about you or your plans
I work all night while you practice your dance
Don't call my phone 'less you talking bout business
You rely on god but I'm not religious
Get shit done myself don't stop til I'm finished
F*ck me once and bye I don't do forgiveness
No online beef I don't play with that kid shit
15 of fame you should count up your minutes
So many lights you would think that it's Christmas
Making money feels so sweet like a citrus
Slick cigarette bitch I'm on the way to work
Send people out my business in a hearse
I don't talk much in person leave it on the verse
I was born to be great motherf*cker know your worth
Dream about work in my sleep
I feel it I'm almost rich
Trouble keeping up the peace
Can't distinguish a guy from a bitch
Everything I get I keep
Not used to playing with shit
Pay it at once I don't lease
I know I'll make it back quick
Blow smoke like I got an exhaust in my throat
I don't sleep a lot but when I do I f*ckin' float
I can swim I don't care if you kick me off the boat
Don't like taking handouts Man I'd rather get my own
To me it's only logic that I work hard everyday
Headphones keep on boomin' in that metro down the way
Watch my profits like an owl watching on its prey
I don't give a f*ck if you have something to say