Realeyez

I get to the dough and get low like a Lambo
I let it rip like Beyblade's with Bathing Ape camo
You know I know better than to tell all my business
I'm trying to stay focused, I am so ambitious
I use to be gang related just to get the paper
Now I'm all alone I want to own sky scrapers
A house in the cut, something like Jackie Chan
My mom ain't gotta work no more that's the plan
I'm trying to be a man so I'm rolling with the punches
I'm sticking to the plan while my haters make assumptions
The dream and the grind yea they're both sold separately
I'm never giving up unless death get the best ah me

Uh,I been whipping up a wave
While they throwing shade I been shining by the day
Tell me how you living homie, tell me what you living like
Wait til I get my money cool, wait til I get my money right
Never was the social type colorful flows
They copy style like a mannequin I'm taxing them though
Niggas rock Armani Im bumping Yo Gotti
I'm awesome my time is bossing check the Proxy
I need my money coming steady pacing repetition
No time for reminiscing got my mind on the vision
Cool Nigga mixing poetry with the ghetto
Remember every square Nigga going to work his angles

The cold shoulder of the world had me robbing with the pack
you ain't like the way I handle my business talk to my back
Ain't no rules for providing for fam and that's a fact
I'm at large King Kong got two strikes on my back
So I'm young black an reckless, something like a black card
The American Dream is the reason why I trap hard
I won't hit bunts, i'm a phenomenon
I'm a hit home runs like I'm Maurice Vaughn
Fresh kicks on an my car look like a Swan
They thought they wasn't wrong trying to play me like a pawn
So now I won't slow down, or even hold on
Til I'm on like sensor lights in the front lawn at dawn