[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh]
I tell my niggas
Anything is possible, impossible is nothing
I mean look at the dough we getting, I mean look at
these hoes we f*cking
I know this shit can get better
Workin' hard, tryna put myself together
And tell the world that I'm ready for whatever
Finna hit the jackpot, I got my hand on the lever
Going down, gotta let that bitch boom
New condo, walk in, 6 rooms
Feelin' good but that shit got a sick view
If your nigga on the track, should probably get a kit
crew
You don't think I'm Uno, skip you
You ain't got it like me, cause your bitch do
Talking shit about me, I heard that's a bitch move
That's another thing a real nigga getting through, gone
[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
I just hope it all ends well
The swag stories my friends tell
This train wreck that we inhale
Got me feelin' unstoppable like Denzel
Anyone, make a nigga get more bucks, more gold, more
hoes
Got more trucks, ha
Throw the De Lorean doors up
Pretty chick watching me hop out
You're f*cked!
Man, these wild girls love chill
Like these fake niggas love real
But hated at the very same time
They say ain't f*cking with it
So they trippin online
Shit, I could be outta my mind
But it's lookin real smooth
These nigga pay for p*ssy
I'm just trying pay dues
I don't ever make excuses homie
I just make moves, yeah