'I heard that money rules the world, I'm just tryna' stay away from from it
Soul is pure like saint's blood, ain't nothin'
Ever gonna change i stay buzzing

They told me get your cake up while in the kitchen they straight frontin'
Tryna bake dozens
If what comes around goes around

Then I'll get cake from it....my plates coming
Separate lane my plane hovers
remain humble running through the jungle you come in you'll get face blunted

Smoked out, vaped from it
Train of thought so advanced !@!@&&s my eighth cousin, make money
I hate to say it but the games ugly

I used to love this rap %#@! but now I'm just here to hate $#&@ it
That's the main subject
Sam Cooke in the beat i beast to make the change coming

This is different music
Get the women in to it
And show the people change when names summoned