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.