Now

They asked me what I want to be and I said me when I get older

With the climate heating up and time progress my heart get colder

I've been riding round with a goal intact and a chip upon my shoulder

When I see my favorite bitch tonight I'm a origami fold her

Got me racking up hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and look at the gang they love me now

They like bro is you coming these niggas be hunting they looking for bread they hungry now

Late nights with the gang perfecting our craft and we on our way to hundred thou

Cause they be like why the who the when they seeking for answers they like how

When you niggas was up in the functions I studied myself

When you niggas was looking for hand outs but offered no help