You say you got that work rate, but don't hustle
Wanna be a buff boy, all muscle
When it comes to the crunch cuz, you're all buckle
Never take your own risks like a stunt double
I ain't even got time to waste, oh no
I'm just chasing them figures
But watch all of these drillers get bodied by a singing nigga (no)
I grew up in the '68, the '68
Momma working 3 jobs, in 6 days
Just to pull up with a big stake on a dinner plate
And mom I wanna repay you this way
And no more drama
Comin' with the heat, no lava
Yeah I made a promise to papa
Imma do this for my family and my brothers
I don't wanna see my blood go broke
Same as my crew
And, if I had it my way
I would make sure they good
I made it here on my own
I came straight from the hood
And now they tryna ride my wave
Yeah, I know they would
I be kickin' early in the morning
Man on a mission like in Utah
And I'm giving all of y'all a warning
Better kick back, better woosa
Yeah they try to kick me on my way down
And now that tryna grab me on my way up
But I made a promise to papa
So I ain't got time for no haters
You say you got that work rate, but don't hustle
Wanna be a buff boy, all muscle
When it comes to the crunch cuz, you're all buckle
Never take your own risks like a stunt double
I ain't even got time to waste, oh no
I'm just chasing them figures
But watch all of these drillers get bodied by a singing nigga (no)
I grew up in the '68, the '68
Momma working 3 jobs, in 6 days
Just to pull up with a big stake on a dinner plate
And mom I wanna repay you this way
And no more drama
Comin' with the heat, no lava
Yeah I made a promise to papa
Imma do this for my family and my brothers
Ay, like who's the competition?
How they gonna match me? I'm Holy Spirit gifted
Let's be realistic, if it wasn't for the lord and all his mercy
I wouldn't even be in this position
Remember when we kicked it
Then they turned to fake ones, I had to keep my distance
Stepped into maturity to gain a bit of wisdom
Still put to the vision 'cause I was sick of statistics
The fobs couldn't do better then be a victim in prison
Like who are they kidding
If I wasn't a church boy, I would be drilling
If my mum didn't work hard, I would be dealing
But now they tryna know, who I am and how I'm living
Who I am, where I'm from, what I do
And I hope they'll find out
What's my name, where I'm from, who's my crew
And I know they'll find out
All this talk about killing and drama
I ain't got no time for that
I got time just for stacking them dollars
Yeah I got some time for that
(No) Yeah I got some time for that
Cheeky!
Ay Colcci, that's wavy