| Haters coming faster then I ever seen them come before |
| Racks on racks they say I was a one hit wonder, where I go |
| To the top where I belong, I’m from the corner slanging stones |
| 20 mixtapes in a year, you know the type of shit I’m on |
| Fly, shit, only, that’s just the code that I live by |
| Tell me I can’t do it, it won’t work, and Ima' still try |
| Try to hold me back and doubted me, they did it several times |
| You can never underestimate a nigga like my kind |
| Ima' rebel, I’m a warrior, and I’ll destroy ya |
| All these dues I paid you go need more than a judge of lawyers |
| You put my back against the wall, Ima' come out standing tall |
| Drive real fast cars, rags to riches |
| They hate to see the type of shit that we on |
| The ice on chill, shoe game nasty |
| The bank roll won’t even fold |
| These niggas jealous |
| I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places |
| These niggas jealous |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| These niggas jealous |
| Money multiplying, soov flatline |
| Yall niggas can’t even see me in the daytime |
| Bank' America on speed dail, I’m eatin' now |
| Stacking every penny just incase I go to war with yall |
| I’m just a young hood nigga with a lot of class |
| & I’m swagging you niggas, body bags |
| You see the way I perform, these girls is loving my charm |
| I love my city and they love me back |
| My chain looking like a camera when it flash |
| I’m hungry for that money, and I’m getting cash |
| I’m in that big body with 200 on the dash |
| Drive real fast cars, rags to riches |
| They hate to see the type of shit that we on |
| The ice on chill, shoe game nasty |
| The bank roll won’t even fold |
| These niggas jealous |
| I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places |
| These niggas jealous |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| You want that hermes shit, I got it for ya |
| You want that ysl, I got it for ya |
| I went from rags to riches and now I’m spoiled |
| I know some Freeband Gang niggas who loyal |
| They said we wouldn’t be shit, but some finessers |
| Now we pulling up in them fully loaded compressors |
| And now the tables have turned, I moved on |
| It ain’t no animosity, I moved on |
| And they don’t wanna see you make it where I come from |
| And they don’t like it that I’m famous no uh uh |
| You need to take a look at what I dun become |
| How many niggas you know can turn nothing into something |
| Drive real fast cars, rags to riches |
| They hate to see the type of shit that we on |
| The ice on chill, shoe game nasty |
| The bank roll won’t even fold |
| These niggas jealous |
| I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places |
| These niggas jealous |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| These niggas jealous |