First off please don't ask me how I did it
Momma got me winning yeah I'm glad I ate my spinach
I ain't that extra pockets always empty need a little extra
If I gave up you could find myself like rotting in a lecture
At the rate I'm going this baby is gonna be an adult next year
Yes of course I know it when I'm in my thoughts I'd never show it
But I'm working hard I'm losing sleep so yes I do enjoy it all
Y'all like me for a reason so let me tell you a little something
And I just did 7 shows, sold out the tour
And my bank grows every time the bag is secured
Whip a Range Rover speeding to the top let me steer
It's getting near, it's getting near its in the clear, it's in the clear
There's a big bad bag, by my feet, so I ran it up
Make a little cash, from my deeds, hoping it enough
Working on my craft, every week, never turnt up
Banking on my luck, hoping I'll never get stuck

Baby only 'bout his gualla lady friend I'm sorry
Baby make your favorite rapper look like shit I'm sorry
Baby always killing shit I wonder if he's sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fucking sorry
Baby only 'bout his gualla lady friend I'm sorry
Baby make your favorite rapper look like shit I'm sorry
Baby always killing shit I wonder if he's sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fucking sorry

Ya I did it for myself, heh, nobody else ya

I went to school I got that paper
My mind is always on some paper
Dodging all these calls from every single label
I don't taper
Double up my dose of jagger
This industry is filled fakers
Got the recipe like Martha
Baby might just be a baker
There's a science to it ya
Making money made me quite a connoisseur man
Flip 5 make a 50 still an amateur man
Break her heart sew the bag I'm a saboteur man
Finally hit 6 digits yea I hope this was the plan
Lost some friendships on the way I hope you understand
Go back to a 9 to 5 yeah fuck that I'll be damned
Stay away from xan ego stable on the land
Baby If you ain't about my grind then I don't fuck with you I'm sorry
If you don't get why I do this shit well pussyboi I'm sorry
If I left you all behind it's for a reason boy I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really fucking sorry

Baby only 'bout his gualla lady friend I'm sorry
Baby make your favorite rapper look like shit I'm sorry
Baby always killing shit I wonder if he's sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fucking sorry
Baby only 'bout his gualla lady friend I'm sorry
Baby make your favorite rapper look like shit I'm sorry
Baby always killing shit I wonder if he's sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said I'm fucking sorry