| I woke up feeling like 50 |
| Imma get rich |
| Imma die trying |
| Towkio! |
| We might as well give this shit away for free man |
| CS3! |
| Have that bitch on deck |
| U ain’t got it they come sliding you gone wish u did |
| I pop a xan open my eyes and wake up in Madrid |
| I drop a six pack on my dawg ain’t talkin no Can beers |
| I’m quick to pick up a bag I feel like a concierge |
| Tell em look no further baby |
| I’m really him turn a rack to a hundred thou to a hundred ms |
| Play w my bread bullets flyin they dance lik lil Kim |
| I’m goin crazy your honor I plead insanity |
| Get out ain’t shit changed still close to the Roc as Emory |
| Yea I’m invested for profits I’m coppin NFTs |
| We hit the club get it jumpin jus like it’s wrestlmania |
| It rain like Wayne n the Terror |
| W my brothers lik Wayan’s mobbin lik good fellas with my members |
| Shake up was by my side in them trenches u no they really hate |
| They doubted betted against us that we be milllonaires |
| They wishin death upon me yea I no it’s many men |
| Like I’m 50 cent gone die tryin get rich |
| I took the risk they didn’t |
| I’ll die bout mine I’m serious I’ll die bout mine I’m serious |
| I die bout mine I’m serious one thing about me. I won’t quit |
| In the studio till 5 AM. I’m trying to see how high get. |
| I don’t fear nothing boy I’m taxing like the IRS |
| What I want. I manifest I pop up on that private jet. |
| It’s gonna hurt their feelings, but low-key gone still be proud I did |
| This for all the shorties |
| Hope their dreams go and get them out the trenches, but it ain’t no promises |
| So I’m still Trappin, duckin police, 100 Oz’s, jocking X, I got some shrooms, |
| a cup of codeine |
| I remember mama told me family eats we breaking bread |
| Just to keep them fed and get those pounds of Jenny Craig |
| All this paper round me feel like a Librarian |
| An if I die a legend in the Chi I’m something like Bernie Mac |
| To all the guys that went and crossed the line. Call em learnt lesson |
| Find me in the middle of chi like I’m Urlacher |
| Baby I be getting high, high as bird feathers |
| Take it further than ever leave earth interstellar |
| I’m a real gang member send her zelle her day better |
| Change weather hit the beach in Spain. DJ play reggaeton |
| Back to Chi assemble with the guys like Megatron |
| Look the judge in the eyes. Pray to God sent him home |
| If I die come back, Nip said it’s a marathon it keep going |
| On stage getting spiritual they be lik preach bro |
| And they get that message what they gonna remember me for |
| Connected overseas they get to screaming like the Beatles |
| When I hit the booth and then my heart it start bleeding |
| Get to leaking like a horror film might make you go vegan |
| You believe that you’re the greatest you don’t say you got to show |
| It wake up every morning to the mirror show me my opponent |
| Many men like I’m 50 Cent going die tryin |
| Rich going die tryin Rich, shaggy and Rich |
| I took the rest they didn’t |
| I die by man I’m serious |
| I die by man I’m serious bye-bye |
| Mano sis many men wish death upon me blood in my eyes |
| Siri I can’t sleep at all |
| If you want to try to stop me you’re gonna need a army |
| On my kids. No I’m gonna die Rich. |