(Mama, Zachary makin' beats again)

Finesse the bank or make a song

Or a swing a door, that's how it go

Blood, sweat and tears, I got two kids

that's what I hustle for

You know damn well we did that first

I just ain't pressed to post

Four thousand a bottle on cough syrup

I better not catch a cold

He ready to kill about this ho, I never touched her, though

Middle of my hood, a tank top on, I got the muscle, bro

My teacher used to treat me like her son

she knew I was selling dope

I went to prison and broke her heart

I made it, she comment on every post

Me, Rylo, Veeze and Lil Dann The Man, we the Fantastic Four

How you wait this late to be a gangster? Nigga, you too old

Lil DT know I love his ass to death

trapped out his mama house

Lil D had went to prison

I still was hidin' shit in his mama house

Mack had died, that shit be havin' me sick

going to his mama house

How these niggas be claiming they run the city

but they don't be running 'round?

Boxes coming coast to coast, too rich for the smoke

I told the opps to let it go, yeah

Bet' go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred

Got addicted to the motion

every day, it's coming, yeah, yeah

I'm tryna make a half a ticket (yeah)

I ain't trippin' if it ain't work

When you spend this type of paper

trappin' man gon' come to your door

They know we been had the ups (yeah)

nigga, bet' start keeping score

Fuck you gon' do with a plug?

Know these niggas pissy poor (let's go)

Bro came on a yellow truck (ayy)

Power plays all the way out in Milwaukee

they pay major bucks (ayy)

Never had a plug or sold a load? Can't relate to us (uh-uh)

Twin, get off your ass and take a chance

you'll probably run it up (ayy, get it together, nigga)

Yeah, okay (yeah)

Bro put the trust in the mail

dummy check done broke his heart (yeah)

I been taking hoes down by the twos

just like Noah's Arc (that no cap)

In the trap

tryna swing a door till the hinges fall apart (yeah)

Fine shit know I be gettin' paper

she want me pay for her car

Yeah, I lost Nick and two cups, then lost score

still ain't had time to cope (ah-ah)

Numb my pain with drank

run from my problems, got me beatin' the road

I got rich from taking risks

I turned up from flushing 'bows (yeah)

I been gettin' my game from Wham

ain't nothin' bigger than the 4s

Boxes coming coast to coast, too rich for the smoke

I told the opps to let it go, yeah

Bet' go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred

Got addicted to the motion, every day

it's coming, yeah, yeah (now, now)

Racks bustin' out my pocket like a nigga won two settlements

White and red bitches on my dick, I went peppermint

Fish bowl when I ride through the city

lil nigga, I don't need no fuckin' tint

Clutchin' on that fire, wrong move, now you heaven sent

They don't even know I'm a rapper

but J still think I got glass on me

In the HOV lane, getting some neck, throwing up Zone 3

Nigga tryna steal my sound, make my young nigga

pull up, hop out, shoot you in the knee

All these boxes on the floor

I'm kickin' these bitches around like Bruce Lee

Uh-huh, yeah, huh, [broke Down lil Bro?]

fuckin' bitch, he don't need no fefe

Letter to my old ho, your new nigga'll never be me

Nigga be askin' for shit and I ain't

even been a millionaire for a whole week

I'm in this ho with bars, only 3 nigga that got this drop

Boxes coming coast to coast, too rich for the smoke

I told the opps to let it go, yeah

Bet' go try to get you some money, nigga, at least a hundred

Got addicted to the motion

every day, it's coming, yeah, yeah