Lyrics: Arlec
Music: Arlec
Came up from nothin’, now I’m countin’ them bands,
Got ice on my wrist, got the world in my hands.
Ain’t beggin’ for crumbs, I want the whole plate,
Money, bad bitches, respect — all great.
Shawty ridin’ wit’ me, she don’t cap, she legit,
Seen me broke in the past, now she love how I flip.
Every night on the grind, no sleep, no rest,
Cuz I know I’m the shit, I deserve nothin’ less.
Yeah, I want the bag, I want the love, I want the crown,
From the trap to the top, I ain’t never backin’ down.
Hood dreams turn to gold, watch me level up the game,
I deserve the best — put some respect on my name.
Talk slick, get checked, I don’t play that noise,
Keep it real wit’ the fam, day ones, my boys.
Stacks on the table, champagne in the cup,
Life dealt me them L’s but I always double up.
Shorty thick, loyal too, she gon’ hold me down,
She a queen to a king, we the talk of the town.
Future on lock, I’ma shine till I’m gone,
No cap, I’m a legend, they gon’ carve it in stone.
Yeah, I want the bag, I want the love, I want the crown,
From the trap to the top, I ain’t never backin’ down.
Hood dreams turn to gold, watch me level up the game,
I deserve the best — put some respect on my name.
Came up from the mud, hands still stained with the grit,
Took the pain, made a chain, now it’s ice on my wrist.
Hunger in my stomach, turn crumbs to a feast,
Told my bros, "We gon' eat," now the table’s obese.
Money talk, I’m fluent, broke days, I was silent,
Now my closet got a riot, drip violent, no compliance.
Dreams from the curb, now the curb see the Wraith,
Told my hood, "I’m the proof, every loss gets replaced."
Only the best, yeah, I said it, I meant it,
Came from the trenches, now the throne where I’m sitting.
Loyal to the soil, love, respect, I defend it,
Crown heavy on my head, but I’ll never forget it.
Used to pray for a lick, now the paper legit,
Told my day ones, "You ain’t gotta flip bricks."
Blood ties thicker than the water they drip,
If they test, we gon’ flex, whole squad never slip.
Streets taught me math, turned grams into commas,
Now my crib panoramic, view clear of the drama.
Hustle like my mama, heart cold like December,
But I warm it with the fire of the dreams I remember.
Love for the struggle, respect for the grind,
Money ain’t the mission, it’s the purpose combined.
All the scars on my soul, trophies that I earned,
Built a castle from the ashes, let the bridges burn.