All In My Head

Yeah
Back then I was broke, but a nigga rich now, yeah
Back then I was broke, but a nigga rich now, yeah
(Wasted, yeah)

Used to be all in my head
Turned up my hustle and look now it's all in my hands
All of the bread
Ain't no instruments on me but my pockets full of them bands
This ain't no Mercedes I'm talking bout Franklin's
Whenever I say that my hands on the Ben's
Took enough losses I'm happy to win
Wasn't always like this I remember it used to be all in my head

Stuck to the plan
My nigga I followed the script
Yeah I could score by myself
But it's all bout the team so I ball with my dawgs get assists
No I never been selfish
If I got you got it my nigga you know how it is
It's nothing to feed you some of this seafood but look I rather teach you how to fish
So I'm back to the grind
Hell yeah I'm Back to the paper
Like I got some cash on my spine
Like I ain't been making enough
Like I ain't been under the money tree raking it up
And bitch I ain't lying
Ain't gotta say shit check my bank statement it'll tell you I'm fine
I'm putting up extra for all of my kids
So they ain't gotta work not a day in they life, for real
Boy turned to the man haters turned fans I ain't even mad at em
Made a pound out a gram plugs heard the word now they throwing bags at em
I put that on my dead
Man of my word I done did what I said
Looking down at my wrists and my neck
I'm in shock cause for real this shit used to be all in my head

Used to be all in my head
Turned up my hustle and look now it's all in my hands
All of the bread
Ain't no instruments on me but my pockets full of them bands
This ain't no Mercedes I'm talking bout Franklin's
Whenever I say that my hands on the Ben's
Took enough losses I'm happy to win
Wasn't always like this I remember it used to be all in my head

Yeah, I came in the game without shit but a scale and a chance
Got it out the mud (Yeah)
Straight of the muscle this trap money not no advance
I believed in myself (Yeah)
Yeah way
Back when I had to move that bad batch for the rent
Knew I could have it
Back then was on that air mattress
But boy I was still dreaming big
Niggas couldn't tell me shit
The plan was to get rich or rich
Wasn't no other options for me
No stopping for me
Hell nah ain't make no excuses
Just obstacle hop in the streets
Ain't chasing the money no more (What?)
Ain't tired it just started coming to me
So I been chilling
Plotting on touching these millions
I know that I'm able to reach
Went from licks and glocks to flipping these stocks boy how could you hate it
No kicks in the box I was stashing the cash now it's all in my savings
My boy I been getting ahead
Stacking my pros; investing the rest
In my own lane ain't no traffic I'm set
Now they asking where that come from Chef

Used to be all in my head
Turned up my hustle and look now it's all in my hands
All of the bread
Ain't no instruments on me but my pockets full of them bands
This ain't no Mercedes I'm talking bout Franklin's
Whenever I say that my hands on the Ben's
Took enough losses I'm happy to win
Wasn't always like this I remember it used to be all in my head

Back then I was broke, but a nigga rich now, yeah
Back then I was broke, but a nigga rich now, yeah
(Wasted Potential)
Big Chef, yeah