(Getta Beats)
Huh, whoop, huh, whoop
I remember bein' the nigga sittin' around procrastinatin'
Used to hit the road for crumbs, then I graduated
I just sat back and waited on my turn and never hated
Came up, but niggas act like they ain't wanna see me make it, I can't fake it
All these niggas actin' weird, I can't take it
I ain't even reach my peak around this bitch, I'm barely famous
Fuck around and get my passport and move to Jamaica
Fuck around and buy an old-school tomorrow and get it painted
Throw the Forgis on the bitch, the F stand for Fast Money
The F stand for fuck niggas, brodie said don't trust niggas, so I keep it low
All the opps dyin', I stopped keepin' score
Niggas couldn't afford to go to war 'cause they was cheap and broke
I literally been on and off of flights, I don't sleep no more
Think about gettin' a Maybach truck, don't want the Jeep no more
I'm really tryna change my life around, so I don't cheat no more
I'll make Getta cut this bitch, don't need the beat no more
Nigga ran off with some petty shit, don't want his feet no more
He don't want his life no more, he don't wanna breathe again
Bring it to a nigga doorstep like the pizza man
Pull up with skis again, pull up and leave him then
All these niggas talkin' 'bout the road and never been on it
Heard dawg was talkin' out his head, so I put ten on it
I don't tolerate no disrespect, you gotta stand on it
You gotta step about it, pull up on me, blow your TEC about it
I ain't cheat the road, I beat the road and got a check up out it
More back, nigga
You can't cheat this shit to beat this shit
Huh
The whoop way
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