Can't afford to get distracted
Cash coming in I'm thumbing it
Mamma said don't flash it
Don't live a life that lavish
But I got bad bitches off balance
Close friends that been turned to ashes
That's sadness
I came way too close to that trap shit
One track minded no ad libs yea
I got fat money In good places
Liquor all in my chalice
Put a couple hundreds in my mattress
As a back up fuck taxes
Never all in on those last chips
Yea you at risk If you balling out
And won't practice
Bitch, I been playing even out in traffic
Yo don't cop those shoes if you ain't gon live in em
Go and charge my shit if there ain't no minimum
If this life too sweet why it taste like cinnamon
Gotta flip the script I been lacking
Cashed a couple checks on the back end
I been camping out not in past tents
Tryna get the bag been laughing
But these first impressions ain't been lasting
Finally getting some of that traction but no action
I want platinums on platinums
But my wrist still ain't got no patek
Just something average to tell time
I been slipping
I been drinking
I'm just tryna free my mind
Tryna free my mind
I've been looking for a sign
Settle for feeling fine yea
I'd settle for feeling fine
Tired of feeling
Can't afford to get distracted
Cash coming in I'm thumbing it
Mamma said don't flash it
Don't live a life that lavish
But I got bad bitches off balance
Close friends that been turned to ashes
That's sadness
I came way too close to that trap shit
One track minded no ad libs yea
I'll make it I'll make it I swore to my mamma
I pray for Nirvana
The moneys the motto but who do I
Follow when all I can see is seemingly hollow
I'm minding my business
I'm feeling relentless
Chasing the fees, I need a percentage
A couple of commas I'm thinking like two
Stop telling me that I'm too stuck on the message
Yo don't cop those shoes if you ain't gon live in em
Go and charge my shit if there ain't no minimum
If this life too sweet why it taste like cinnamon
Gotta flip the script I been lacking