Yea
I’m going hard like it’s the last quarter, last minute shit
I’m going hard like it’s the last quarter, ninety minute shit
Who you think you think you fooling claiming that you with the shits

Yea
I been thinking bout my life and I respect my hustle
Came a long way from that little nigga that fumbled
Never had no guidance but I still made it to the right spot
They looking up to me and I ain’t reached the top spot

I’m really in the field like I got no fears
It’s a jungle in my city I’m just poaching these niggas
Yea
I’m moving like this is the final chapter, but I’m just getting started there’s more coming after

Look at the man your son became mama
Realest nigga in the room when he step in
Smelling fresh with boots and the jacket on you know what we on nigga, not on some kid shit
You know what we own nigga

I don’t give a fuck if my songs don’t play on the radio
This shit is for the mind and soul not for the radio
This a hallelujah worthy verse, spittin truth and only facts dawg you know the word, shit



Chasin dreams and gettin money

Chasin dreams and gettin money

I won’t stop for anybody

Chasin dreams and gettin money

Chasin dreams and gettin money

I won’t stop for anybody

Am I worthy of my soul

And everything we know