[Verse:]
I've been raised by the Streets of europe n***a
Momma came from far away no tourist n***a
Pray to Allah but my money game jewish n***a
Spend it all on gold before we lose it n***a
Do we pop off, or fall down
Momma worried she locked doors to calm down
Son had still no job the costs now
He couldn’t pay the condo so we baw down
He's always focused on one vision, he said
Fuck the bright lights, bitches and party pictures
Gotta get my momma outta kitchen she gotta live
But shit ain't changed just the schemes be switchin’
Waves be flippin'
Get a part of his canvas
To see the different living he be whippin' the anthems
Ride around town feelin' like he the champion
The goal is long way off but let's see how far we can come
What's up boy
(yeah)

[Verse 2:]
I swear to god Im on another level
I swear to mom, my flow is Special
Need me a pencil I write that shit down
Come to your city and catch me the crown
I could, take a whack beat and make it sound fresh
I could, take your whack bitch and make her get rich
I could, take a whack song and make it sound bad
I could, take a Dollar and turn it to a check
(Ok) you n***as never been in my category
Man fuck your territory
Fourty six, the city we hang out
Cashed out flow, n***as getting hand out
Bankroll on the comeup like all of my sound
We need checks like them n***as living in the south
Fuck you mean we can't do that
Don't talk from the sit in the back
Fuck rap
I can’t stand fake rappers
I can’t stand fake bitches
I can't stand you and you
Dont talk just prove you