I'm tryna build
Why you tryna burn bridges?
Young yutes in the field
Now they turned wicked
What I did for the meals
Had to rob, had to steal
Boss emptied out that till
Man, that picture vivid
I never stain me a plug
Really came from mud
I'm a lion in this jungle
No snake in my blood
Runner running up and down
Now his trainers are fucked
No space in the car
Put that weight in the truck
I pick bricks up, I do pick ups
Six-pack, no sit ups
I stick niggas, and my stick like a sticker
Never robbed the plug
Man, my plug be my nigga
My heart big, but my loyalty's bigger
They say my name
Tell 'em keep beggin'
I'll have suttin crashin'
It's going down like the 737
I'm flyer than a jet, no Boeing
Plug consign, so I owe him
Money on my mind, I don't even get sleep
Breaking down that nine got me dishing out z's
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
See you next week
Undies on me in an S3
Money on my mind, I don't even get sleep
Breaking down that nine got me dishing out z's
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
It's a cold winter
Heater in the Moose Knuckle
My little brother, he use hammers, he don't use knuckles
Old hammers in this new duffel
When them jakes come kickin' down the doors, I just moved puzzled
And if you're tryna get rich, you need 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 grinds, akh
Not just two hustles
I just move subtle in this new shuttle
If he'll move, stick him up now he can't move muscles
Keep the deuce cuddled where the food's huddled
And I don't keep this pit bull muzzled
I'm getting busy and I'm tryna be the busiest
Always gonna catch me where the Lizzie is
Tryna be the richest, not the littiest
Bricky is sticky, so you're always gonna catch me we're the blicky is
Catch me upsuh and I'm grinding where the bittys is
Bricky boy grinding in the North like where Izzy is
Dirty
Money on my mind, I don't even get sleep
Breaking down that nine got me dishing out z's
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
See you next week
Undies on me in an S3
Money on my mind, I don't even get sleep
Breaking down that nine got me dishing out z's
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
It's a cold winter, got the AC on max
I'm paying tax now
I used to get paid in the flats, they know my background
I was a juvenile hitter
Real trapboy
OT line biller
It gets deep
Most nights I don't even get sleep
I get flashbacks, livin' in my head rent free
G packs in the A3, on the M3
I might have left the streets, but know the streets never left me
Been a hot minute since I've been on the road
Mission still the same, get rich and stick to the code
Family first is the priority
Early retirement's where I wanna be
Most of my money's probably in property
Tryna get several streams of income
Learn from the losses an celebrate when the wins come
Know what you're doing 'cause this game ain't a joke
It's a cold winter, better stay on your toes
Money on my mind, I don't even get sleep
Breaking down that nine got me dishing out z's
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
See you next week
Undies on me in an S3
Money on my mind, I don't even get sleep
Breaking down that nine got me dishing out z's
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
Money on my mind, I don't even get sleep
Breaking down that nine got me dishing out z's
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
See you next week
Undies on me in an S3
Money on my mind, I don't even get sleep
Breaking down that nine got me dishing out z's
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
It's a cold winter, I ain't tryna bring heat
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