To The Wall

They got my back against the wall, I'ma get up

Money standin tall, it can sit up

Now she wanna call me, she hit up

Told the bitch to fall back, she bitter

Lemme call my dawgs, you get bit up

And I'm boutta ball, like a center

I don't pray to god, I'm a sinner

I just want it all, put in there

Bitch lookin small, she got thinner

Ringin through the halls, like December

Told him wipe it off, like he Simba

Wrist bout to thaw, like the winter