The aftermath

Been hungry for a minute, stomach touching my spine,

Now I’m breaking bad habits and still breaking the line,

Drop a dime? Never that, I just drop every time,

Pressure make diamonds, I was built in the grind.

Scarface mindset, “The World Is Mine,”

But I move lowkey, can’t post every shine,

Everybody scream real but they switching online,

Niggas fold under pressure like a bad fourth quarter line.

BBC on her mind but my focus on millions,

Tryna turn nightmares into beachfront buildings,

They throwing shade, I made solar decisions,

Now my future bright enough to blind the opposition.

Told bro “take it easy,” he still spinning through lanes,

Life moving fast like a Hellcat with no brakes,

Pain in my back but I still carry the weight,

That’s a chiropractor flow — how I straighten the snakes.

Big or small, every move gotta count,

Learned real bosses don’t announce every amount,

I was broke eating noodles off a paper plate, ouch.

Now the blueprint, is planned out like a coach from the south.

Give you one more chance before the door lock,

Time is money, every second on the stopwatch,

I done seen friends turn Judas for a small spot,

Now I move presidential — all tinted up while I’m cruising on my block.