My days mixed up
My knuckles chipped up 
My mom calls and says be safe 
But she knows that I can’t 
I can’t live halfway
I need it all out the bank 
I know what I’m representing 
The underground Bill Clinton
The nigga who turned nothing into a living 
The kid who turned his room into the kitchen 
This is for the cuddies starting their own business
The ones who fantasize about the riches
For the non counterfeiting 
The ones who know it’s already been written 
Maktub with a back rub 
Mac 11 on the dresser 
Leaves me wondering why my bitch keep stressing
Knowing I’ll put anything on the stretcher 
From the goblins to your problems 
There’s no worries when the vision’s not blurry 
Like Johnny Cochran as your attorney
All wins, we never take a loss 
Burnt bridges and watch them float across 
Ride like motor cross 
Even if it’s only I (eye) like Fetty Wop
Until the confetti drops