They just got me wishing that a real n*gga would
Busting out the kitchen cooking heat for the hood
Money on my mind [?]
Running out of time [?]
They just got me wishing(x4)
Look at my stamina
Up and close with my caliber
They looking for me I'm double crossing my calendar
They should've told you I'm f*cking hoes on my camera
Trapping dough with my family, on the low with my strategy
Instead they told you my rapping flow is a poison
I bag the bucs and you can handle the boyzn
We on a mission, we double up on ambition
I never tell em my vision, they never stand in my kitchen no
Coz the heat gon Keith Sweat, flip the streets no speed trap