Wide-eyed, losing focus
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Check it, Blahk Op,
Struggling and violence, surviving and striving

But I still see past the finish line
With eyes of a lion that kill
Sun rays cross my face
But I'm on point when I'm firing

The jack of all trades so fuck if u hiring
Naw you can't pay for a boss
And fuck what it cost , set mines off
Soul heavy metal start from the ghetto

Banging guitar strings over loud sounds and screams
No panic in the air, the damage unaware
Nobody seem to care
Tryna mind your own business or get something started

The streets cold-hearted, don't wanna be a part of this
Stay the fuck out the way
Cause if you suck ya in, as fast as ya came,
Spit ya out with no mouth, ouch

Sit you on the couch with no house
Now you can't stop, we hustling in the drought
No questioning how, we needed it now
And that's all it's about

So I'ma make this shit count with higher amounts
Turn your boy to a grouch
It's up from here, fuck it, in and out
I'm loving the scenic route

I'm loving the scenic route
You can smell it, I can feel it
We call that money, that's the feeling
Yeah, right

We out here late, just tryna get it
We hustle hard, so Gaurd yo fit it
Yeah, right
Long days and nights, yeah, we b in it

Since the beginning, it's never ending, no pretending
Yeah, yeah
You can smell it, I can feel it
We call that money, that's the feeling

Yeah, right
Been locked in grind mode
Since the day I left the block
Hustling and bubbling

Tryna stack it to the top
Official, you can smell it
Blue line across the top
If you know like I know

Then it's forever, fuck the cops
Grew up in the projects
When they ain't want me with a lot
Didn't matter

I saw what I saw
Now I can't stop
Squeeze 30 out the mop
I'm hard, yeah, the rock

Too hard for the radio
Buy ammo, and watch the hate grow
I'm ready whenever they say so
So don't come around if your aim low

Only certified with this game, ho
I'm rare, that's how we breed
Gees, we power the seeds
Tryna take this crown off my head

And the coward gone see
Fly gangster with a gun and no perm
You live and you learn
And if I hit you with this

Boy, your mama gon' learn
With all that top flight cappin
Ain't no hoes here captain
But ain't no swingin' and missin

When Junior up here battin
On macitha , I'ma make shit happen
We call that money, that's the feeling

Yeah, right
We out here late, just tryna get it
We hustle hard, so God, you'll fit it
Yeah, right

Long days and nights, yeah, we get it
Since the beginning, it's never ending, no pretending
Yeah, you can just smell it, I can feel it
We call that money, that's the feeling

Yeah, right