I'm gettin' busy, I had to move like a motherf*ckin' mole just to get to my goals
When I pop out that shit, that boy look like a frisbee
Gas in my tank and my blunt and it's still goin' up
You ain't never gon' see me on empty
90 degree when I step out the door, but right here in the booth, it's 250
Chasin' that check even if I was limping
Throw out my hip, I'ma hop, I'ma skip
If they take out my foot, I'ma crawl to a Bentley
I cannot stall, but y'all pissin' me off with y'all shit
Cause it smell like y'all playin' against me
But I love every one of you niggas, I hope that you niggas are listening
I'm in my bag, no, I ain't cuttin' no corners
I'd rather go get it than ask
But I got some niggas that put up some skrilla when ever
I say I come up with a plan
Pay close attention cause there is a difference
From runnin' a business to runnin' a scam
You niggas just don't know how hungry I am
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna eat, I'm tryna
I'm tryna eat, I'm tryna
I'm tryna, I'm tryna, I'm tryna eat
Yeah
I'm tryna get it while y'all tryna sleep
I'm tryna wake up, do it on repeat
I'm tryna eat cause I'm tryna eat
I'm tryna eat, I'm tryna
I'm tryna eat, I'm tryna
I'm tryna, I'm tryna, I'm tryna eat
Yeah
I'm tryna eat, I'm tryna
I'm tryna eat, I'm tryna eat
I'm tryna, I'm tryna, I'm tryna