| Now look I know they love it cause I bring in better days | 
| Probably thinking ‘bout paper I’m feeling a certain way | 
| Inflicted to roll the trap of the truck on a certain day | 
| My haters I know they love me just need me to lead their way | 
| Just duckin them alphabets, but yeah play with the games | 
| Hopped in bought that 6, holding money like a bouquet | 
| But hey, no hope my real niggas gotta get it | 
| Million dollar homes and next week we’ll be in it | 
| Talking about the way we fuck them purps | 
| Kick em up by the fortunes and then we get to the new | 
| Reppin this money hard all the way from the first | 
| All my niggas is real to the game and staying true | 
| But look, niggas been the same since the same box | 
| Shared the same shoes even shared the same Glocks | 
| Saving greens, even played for the same team | 
| But now I’m saving dreams, reality but I’m still me | 
| Ain’t no changing me | 
| Still fuck with the same niggas I grew up with | 
| Still thug with the same niggas that I thug with | 
| All my day ones, that’s who I fuck with | 
| Ain’t no changing me | 
| Still fuck with the same niggas I grew up with | 
| Still thug with the same niggas that I thug with | 
| All my day ones, that’s who I fuck with | 
| Throwing up the hood, rolling up that good | 
| Never slipping even though I thought they wish I would | 
| Got a couple homies and all of them different poppin' | 
| Held the bottles in the club, but leave all of them spending comfortably | 
| For rolling up that game, smoking till I faint | 
| Smiling at you haters while I’m laughing to the bank | 
| And the shit I got on you can’t afford this | 
| Let’s get it clear, every year I make the Forbes list | 
| It don’t make dollars, don’t appear is gonna make more sense | 
| Jump in my cars it’s like «YEEAAARRRHHHH» when I’m going in it | 
| In this game I was born in it | 
| Seem way too much shit to let these lame niggas go and win it | 
| So I came up had to switch the game up | 
| Told you when I was young, nigga hustle get the change up | 
| Now everywhere I go they throw my gang up | 
| Everybody blog everybody Taylor’d |