The Come Up

Me against the world, my back against the wall

I can't put my trust in you, you can't trust em all

I'm just trying to get the loot, I'm just trynna ball

Do they really ride for you, do they watch you fall

I'm just venting in the booth, I can't talk to y'all

Try not to worry bout thing, stack my money tall

Bro let the choppa sing, if I make the call

All it takes is one call

I'm with the gang, I'm with mob. I'm with fucking team

And if you ride for me forreal we gone count up the green

Yeah we rolling up the green, blowing out the stream