That was my last time was happy and broke

I got off my ass and got green like a choke

Getting the paper that come from the oak

And i’m keeping discreet like I came with a cloak

I’m changing the game like i’m changing my hoe

Feening for action i’m missing the smoke

Used to be dirty now keeping it soaked

They used to the sleeping now keeping em woke

Got hoes at my side, got hoes in my hand
I ain’t talking bout crops

Pull up and burn off the tires and rubber we drifting the whips like we own the whole lot

Don’t tell me what do or do not cause I know what the plan is to make it rich outta the box

Don’t tell me to quit what im doing or shit that i’m making cause god know I ain’t gonna stop

Uh

So what is the plan

Making this music and make all these bitches my fans

Run up a check and the numbers a lot, the shit make you hot like the desert or sand

Building on top of the world and i’m making it twirl and i’m locking in bitches I scan

The message i’m sending when i’m up in heaven is that I was him I was the top of the man

So that’s what i’m doing

I make it look simple with goals that i’m always pursuing

Seeing my visions through problems and issues not using no tissues i’m over here viewing

Hearing the crowd in the back while i’m playing my track all the bitches in front that be wooing

I got up on top and they tryna get me out the game, they be over here with the suing

My story, my path, and my arc is unknown

Went through the storm and it chewed through my bones

Now I got juice in my system the others can’t handle so they gotta get out my zone

Now I came up with the demons that sit in my head and be talking up me like a thrown

Finished with bad shit that happening day to day curses now good the luck that I own

That was my last time was happy and broke

I got off my ass and got green like a choke

Getting the paper that come from the oak

And i’m keeping discreet like I came with a cloak

I’m changing the game like i’m changing my hoe

Feening for action i’m missing the smoke

Used to be dirty now keeping it soaked

They used to the sleeping now keeping em woke

Got hoes at my side, got hoes in my hand
I ain’t talking bout crops

Pull up and burn off the tires and rubber we drifting the whips like we own the whole lot

Don’t tell me what do or do not cause I know what the plan is to make it rich outta the box

Don’t tell me to quit what im doing or shit that i’m making cause god know I ain’t gonna stop

Uh

So what is the plan

Making this music and make all these bitches my fans

Run up a check and the numbers a lot, the shit make you hot like the desert or sand

Building on top of the world and i’m making it twirl and i’m locking in bitches I scan

The message i’m sending when i’m up in heaven is that I was him I was the top of the man

So that’s what i’m doing

I make it look simple with goals that i’m always pursuing

Seeing my visions through problems and issues not using no tissues i’m over here viewing

Hearing the crowd in the back while i’m playing my track all the bitches in front that be wooing

I got up on top and they tryna get me out the game, they be over here with the suing