Life’s better when you look good
And yo mama straight dope, honestly still lookin forward
Some type of balance cause this status got me jah trippin
Cause I like my bitches but I love these bitches on my dick they spitting
Tell me what you feelin different
Knowing you's the bread winner
And it’s red you have
They say he can't feel you
Put it in your ear and say he dope just not dope enough
And your closest will be probin you to open up
And to do so you must roll one up
And it’s lonely at the top
They tell me that they feelin me
I eat this game and shit this out
My dirty draws got winning streaks
I’m in too deep, this industry is sayin to a nigga
Got change like them, just but ain’t changed like them bruh bruh
The only shit on my old shit cuz I’m on shit
But I was pumpin in ’06 with the slow shit
Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts
My cheese gonna fluctuate don't sleep it's the cause
And I’m tired though
And I’m high too
But it’s like my music made these niggas turn they pride to fool
Yea, yall don’t even gotta love us
But you better respect this motherfucker ah, you don’t know shit
Satisfaction for suckers
Satisfaction for suckers
And yall don’t even gotta love us
But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real shit
See life better when you know you real
I know some niggas is winnin but ain’t been home in years
Pray to not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million
Sipping pretentious liquids
Using they money when hella funny is only trippin
Like you were flowed I bet you soak up you worth 60 mill
So we keep that circle small and never let no squares near us
It’s double M G, I hope they know the set
Don’t you come for second whip unless yo mama out of debt
Shout out to my girls in Bola, be home in a minute yep
My nigga’s at the rivers correctional, that’s me in that vent
They thought I wasn’t winning, the crew full of troubles
But I do, I shit the game and came out a gold rapper
I should be loving my accomplishments
But a brand new Maserati got me plottin on another hit
Success is like a never ending battle
Well whoever at the top and if that’s you you who you tryna hear
The top of my last shit, it’s all that I ask er
I pray you forgive me if I don’t bask in this chapter
I’m a legend at Georgetownm talkin about platinum
Cuz in this establishment you ain’t never established
(Hook x2)
This is the story about the price of fame
The love of the dollar
Means we can or can not change
The vices of the righteous