Intro lyrics

[Intro]
Wise up, you know you not changing...

[Verse]
You're straight up off the curb and f*ck that soft sh*t
We used to turn some soft sh*t into some raw sh*t
Remember teacher sent me to the office
Wow, f*ck that principal in the office
I still treat the weekday like the weekend
I'm trynna clear a hundred thousand for the weekend
I'm trynna clear half a milly in the next one
I'm trynna, ah, till I got the next one
My b*tch is from Miami bet you didn't know it
We getting money this a different category
Late nights and I'm feeling like I am Carson
Bad b*tches wanna f*ck me 'cause my dark skin
Youngest n*gga in my section and I'm going hard
Youngest n*gga and I'm flexing like I'm Matt Marsh
They talking to the boy, they talking to the boss
You talking to the law 'cause you're a f*cking fraud
Now you're talking to the wave and you ain't f*cking sure
Audemars rose gold on my brother arm
New foreign cars in my car garage, Ralph Lauren draws
Exotic broads, large cigars, [?]
Trynna take me for a sucker, now that's homicide
Slugs flying and they really come Jamaican high
Navy SEAL got parked outside your mama house
Grill your meat and turn you to filet mignon
We ain't come to chop it up, this sh*t ain't Benihana
Shoutout Nicki and his baby brother, Benny Badman
I'm from the city where them lil' n*ggas push Montana
No your honor, we don`t know nothing about no commas
Lonely mountain vibe, different form for my accountant vibe
Thank God I'm alive this sh*t, I'm talking lethal homicides
Born and raised [?] n*gga, B.O. to the death of me
But if I see my gang in the sky that would be heavenly