On the way we shed some tears
Everyday we sacrifice,
So we could be standing here

Whoa, what a helluva life
Been waiting so many years
And the future is right

Now it's very clear
That we gonna be rich forever, and ever, and ever,
Whoa, we gonna be rich forever, whoa

Whoa, we gonna be rich forever, and ever, and everywhere

I remember when I first started

Me and my homie going verse for verse one
Back before I ever met and knew a known artist
Back when but I never wrote garbage

I was no ... back then trap was the only way I made dollars
Listen to big everyday, the swap pay...
Streets made a ^!$$% crooked, I was raised honest

We was turned into hustlers, we was made robbers
Made numb to emotions though everyday violence
Robberies turn to memories if the game problems

Started on the block, looking for the game got him
Came a long way different hustle to gain a profit
But it's still the same mind set 10 years later

I ain't let up off the grind yet
I made a ... I ain't see a dime yet
I'm who they ... yeah I don't see the signs yet

Imitation is the highest form of flattery
Just call it how I see it, how can you be mad at me?
But actually, that's just my opinion

Rip to competition, getting money's my religion