I told myself I wouldn't stop until I'm satisfied/
Niggas talk a lot but barely doin what they Advertised/
Like while you chattin they gon need Rosetta Stone/
Think you talkin bullshit cuz they don't understand you half the time/

Always said to be the first you can't go last around it/
You don't got answers sway tell me why you askin bout it/?
They always ask about it, secrets buried in my closet/
Keepin shit a thousand wittem,,
Mad they got a thousand out it/

Like How you win in lose lose situations doe?/
It Took a lotta loses even had to let my patience grow/
Niggas want respect and be the same that never make a show/
Actin like they paid for it ,nigga this ain’t HBO/

Under pressure i won’t put you under pressure/
Real recognize real and i don’t think we had the pleasure/
Study all the fakes i heard this game will surely test ya/
Niggas always fakin fly until you ruffle up they feathers/

Took forever tryna get from where i came from/>>
Amazing all these steps you woulda thought a nigga came up/
It’s a struggle not to struggle so i blaze up/>
Jays on the bottom Joggin on em peep the jay run/

Vamp life never been the type to lay up/
You put in work? Oh nah i needa see a pay stub/
Niggas paid the ref and try and say i gave the game up?/
Ain’t no fittin room but seen alotta niggas change up/

So i gotta eat,, chicken with the collard greens/
Cap city mumbo sauce ,, started from the bottom creek/
Dream closer everyday ,, got me feelin like a fiend/
Got me maskin every feelin yellin happy Halloween/

All these kuntas off the root with they chains on/
I just rock a red shirt like this State Farm/
All these people lookin like i had bout 8 arms/
But i ain’t octopus, go tell the ref I’m bouta take charge/

Used to burn alotta rubbers like a race car/
I ain’t fuckin wit these niggas that’s a race card/>
I’m more simba now,, grew up wit the same scars/
Purple gas got me cheesin,, somethin like a gangar/

Sometimes I wish i bought a ticket and just hit the lotto/
Grew up stealin what i needed like a desperado/
Still here ,know ya roll you not a roll model/
But she a cold model, liquor and gold bottles/

For now we grindin,, like we ain't got no leverage/
Would write at 8 not leave the boothe till it hit 7/
Hopin my work ethic save a spot for me in heaven/
Cuz I aim to give hell to anybody second guessin /

Hook
One for the money, two for the show right?/
3 to get ready lemme get up out my old life/
Respect the game