1, 2, 3, 4

If I put my mind to it lil′ buddy you know I'ma do it all the way

Roaches hate, I′m makin' moves,I listen 'bout as much as I can tolerate

From here on out we cuttin′ out

The people who don′t contribute to winning

Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin' beginning

Yeah

You talkin′ 'bout toast, I′m talkin' ′bout bread

You talkin' 'bout gross, I′m talkin′ 'bout net

You hold the false hopes, folks is overdressed

Folks is so possessed over clothes and hopeless sex... hmm

You actin′ funny, flashing money, dog you rackin' up clout

I got cards, look at ′em charge, look at 'em rackin′ up miles

Look at a pack and a house, all the way down to the south

I got a house, I got it all figured out, none of you goofies allowed

I'ma live like a cannon off safety

I'm on a win streak baby you gone hate me

You gone hear me coming all the way

I been thinking little differently lately

I′ma tell you the truth and they gone say things

But you gone hear me coming either way

1, 2, 3, 4

If I put my mind to it lil′ buddy you know I'ma do it all the way

Roaches hate, I′m makin' moves,

I listen ′bout as much as I can tolerate

From here on out we cuttin' out

The people who don′t contribute to winning

Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin' beginnin

Yeah

My crew filled with hustlers, you could ask them

Hardworking, intelligent black men

I got lawyers, I got offices plural

I'm an employer, I copped a brand new whip and I′ma enjoy her, Bruv

I′m moving with exuberance,

Fuck the game, pass the military-grade lubricant

Who'd admit from all the haters that they really mad bro?

Rappers super Michael Jackson bad, no dad jokes

I seen big homies, turn to jealous homies, turn to little homies

I know the deal, you a hater, just be real homie

Hold your breath, clench your fists ′till your hands hurt

Careful all that jealousy might turn to cancer

I imagine you somewhere in a camper

Cryin' like, why my prayers unanswered?

That′s life dog, ain't that about a bitch

Psst, let me tell you something, I won, I′m rich

I'ma live like a cannon off safety

I'm on a win streak baby you gone hate me

You gone hear me coming all the way

I been thinking little differently lately

I′ma tell you the truth and they gone say things

But you gone hear me coming either way

1, 2, 3, 4

If I put my mind to it lil′ buddy you know I'ma do it all the way

Roaches hate, I′m makin' moves,

I listen ′bout as much as I can tolerate

From here on out we cuttin' out

The people who don′t contribute to winning

Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin' beginning

Yeah

Hey yo, yo

Hey, hey, hey

Look, 99% of everybody I came across in this fuckin' business

Didn′t think what I′ve achieved right now was possible

You dumb fucks

And I don't wanna′ seem hateful or spiteful,

'Cause you know what I′m saying I'm actually

Kinda happy right now in my life and a sore winner is the worst right?

You know what I mean?

But I got a long list of mother fuckers that can suck my dick