Intro Lyrics

When I left the crib, I left my mom a note that had my key up in it

I hit the road and hoped that once she couldn't see me, she would see me different

Spent too much time tryna prove what ya'll already know

Ain't need a stamp of approval, I was already dope

I hear em laughing keke'n but I got better jokes

Ain't have to say we into it, it was already smoke aye

Where I'm from its trial and error

Biggies in the winter weather

Leather Pelle's, beef and broccolis, tuck a tech in Nike sweaters

In them buildings with them killers

In bodegas with them sellers

To the deez and to the boys I'm Hellen Keller aye

I ain't put my head under no water, but been dying to come up

Mr.Softee how I hustle, I been grinding all summer

Mix the vintage with new season cause I buy what I wanna

This young'n thugging, if I said that I'm gon get it I'm gonna aye

Say pop the top want 'em to see what its giving

Ventilators in the spot so they can see how I'm living

Catch me steppin' on some shit I use to trip on

I ain't turning faucets when I say I put that drip on

Anything I put on they be like, "she put that shit on"

New Chanel excites me bae come help untie this ribbon

Treat me like a wifey but won't ever put that ring on

Only on them pinky fingers just to match the time my wrist on aye

Big ol couch inside my crib I barely sit on aye

I'm in the spot, not shaking ass I get my jig on aye

Said wipe me down that's word to Boosie bitch I been on aye

The money there than shit that's probably where I been all day

I ain't talking bout sweatshops

But who you know working as hard as the kid be

I'm at work like a desktop

One who made all this chicken with none but a chickpea

No, I ain't tweeting or subbing her, I go for the jugular right where the bibs be

Then the next one go right where the jibs be

Then my brothers go right where the kids sleep

Don't tell 'em you proud of me

Tell em you shitted on me and you doubted me

Tell 'em how you planted that seed of doubt in me

One door closes, I open a window

The close all the windows, I get on the balcony

I am the living and breathing example of diligence, discipline planning

And waiting and failing and prepping and setting up boundaries

Out is where you shouldn't count me

Mean as I wanna be with these niggas

I seen a hundred G's and see bigger

I'm where I wanna be with these figures

Wanna bees wanna be where I'm sitting

My peers see the fruits of my labor and love it

The hate is bananas wanna see me plummet

They blue in the face but so are the hundreds

Don't see them at the top but I see them from it

Dying to come up

Mr.Softee how I hustle, I been grinding all summer

Mix the vintage with new season cause I buy what I wanna

This young'n thugging, if I said that I'm gon get it I'm gonna aye

Say pop the top want em to see what it's giving

Ventilators in the spot so they can see how I'm living

I pop a knot and let em see how I spend it

Cop a spot knowing I'll never be in it

It's just the beginning, its Bands nigga