I'd be lying if i told you that i'm never stressed.
it'd be a lie if i told you that i'm not a mess.
most my issues stay locked in my head.
wake up every morning hungry like i gotta get fed.
so i stay on my grind like a skateboard.
and if my car aint running imma skateboard.
chase that money till my legs sore.
50 grand in the pants when they hit the floor.
50 grand is the plan every time i open the door.
50 grand in my hand, i want 50 more.
flooding the streets and they don't even know my name.
they don't know my face, but they know my cain.
they don't know im the player thats running the game.
i stay calm like a bomb until its time to bring the pain.
i stay grimy until its time to make it rain.
