| I know this lifestyle ain’t exactly what it seems |
| I’m into real estate, TP and buyin' up machines |
| Yo 18k watch, wipe the dust off my old kettle |
| Pushin' fat heads in my new metal |
| Me, I’m just livin' what I’m used to |
| Watchin' out for people that use you |
| In my hood they know I’m the who’s who |
| Whys everybody rappin' like they’re on tryna shoot niggas |
| Ain’t cleaned a quarter mill off two dinners |
| Yo cause' we can talk about life, I know exactly how it goes |
| Before I ever bill a hood phone, I’d send it up the road |
| When I was 17 I stacked about 17 |
| And everyone knew I’d be a millionaire before I reached the cemetery |
| And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die |
| Sticks for sale and what’s the price, my niggas buy |
| I’m fresh home, I’m patterned like I never missed a minute |
| Half a mill for a mixtape, 27 for a brizzy |
| What will be, will be |
| Nightmares and hittin' one-on-ones |
| The streets know me, I’m well known for runnin' money up |
| On my block I’m the reason everybody got to whippin' |
| If my word is get him then they’re bringin' out the dingers |
| And yo it feels different when you come home to Double R’s and Richard Mills |
| This is trap spot music, yo servin' off the sofa tryna hit a mill |
| And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die |
| Sticks for sale and what’s the price, my niggas buy |
| I’m fresh home, I’m patterned like I never missed a minute |
| Half a mill for a mixtape, 27 for a brizzy |
| Let’s get back to the hustlin' |
| Back to the trap phones pumpin' |
| Goin' hard like I never had nothing |
| Yo it’s different rules for different fools |
| I’m investin' in bigger tools and droppin' them straight on the youngers |
| Cah' I was like dem', tryna find money to buy skengs |
| Til' I cleaned a whole mill out the highlands |
| And yeah cause' I can talk about the trap and all the losses I took |
| Standin' up in court and seein' the judge throw me a book |
| And that’s what built me, M-O-E you feel me |
| Try and take my shit, better kill me |
| Yeah cause' I’m the same little nigga, came up on a mad shift |
| Ever sent five bricks on a mad trip |
| Yo cause' if you knew better, do better |
| I was on the exercise yard, two wetter’s, takin' no check |
| And yo it’s funny how they change when you progress |
| And makin' no money makes no sense, Slim |
| And yo it feels different when you come home to Double R’s and Richard Mills |
| This is trap spot music, yo servin' off the sofa tryna hit a mill |
| And life goes on, time goes by and niggas die |
| Sticks for sale and what’s the price, my niggas buy |
| I’m fresh home, I’m patterned like I never missed a minute |
| Half a mill for a mixtape, 27 for a brizzy |