gotta do my thing running solo no pack

having nightmares where everything fade to black

I tell my girl hold up I'll be right back

steady smoking out and then I make a dope track

locs on my face stacking money bigger

going through the race making haters sicker

get up off my case only'bout figures

gotta get it all never slip through my fingers

well alone changed

but I gotta come up I be hustlin'sundown to sun up

standin'ten toes haters won't be takin'me

I'm 'bout my cheese I'm 'bout my bread

I'm 'bout my bakery

gotta do my thing running solo no pack

having nightmares where everything fade to black

I tell my girl hold up I'll be right back

steady smoking out and then I make a dope track

locs on my face stacking money bigger

going through the race making haters sicker

get up off my case only'bout figures

gotta get it all never slip through my fingers