rich forever

I remember running to the money dawg

but now on this day, I guess I'm blind to it

cause I figured out I could spit rhymes fluid

see im just rapping with my mind to it

i could do what I want if my mind to it

strangers always see me and see my Glock the coolest

i was walking out the house my mom said who you fooling

i was spoiled as a boy so they called me stupid

then i start spitting bars and i became the truest

south Englewood that's where i lived

never put on act no movie scripts

niggas use to treat me wrong like wasn't shit

until i made a dope disc now they on my dick

I did shit without an album just a mixtape

im sitting at money tables counting big cake

watching BET awards make me want some

rest in peace king von you was dope son

your album made me wanna go in dope son

trump shoulda free larry that's right rooga

im talking chi yeah niggas free larry hoover

i remember selling drugs when i was just a junior

then I turned into a neighborhood shooter