Bout to record this shit right now (Bout to record this shit right now) Word... Dope Boy Troy! I'm so glad in who I'm becoming (I'm becoming) Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin') Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me) Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) Now I'm growing up like my paper (like my paper) They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters) Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me) Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) Came up on my own I had nothing Niggas ain't give me work ain't no frontin' Started with 10 grams got to the whole keys Niggas started acting like they know me Unidentified ain't no favors Undentifly 'em with all flavors Money growing nigga, I got a whole tree I said fuck the block and I went OT First time I got rich was cocaine (was cocaine) Bitches on my dick see them chains (see them chains) Niggas on my dick it's a shame (it's a shame) It's a shame Real street shit all my niggas eating shit (fuck them niggas!) They ain't eating now unless they eating shit I got 3 car garages sometimes I don't see my whips Of success, rolls spider webs on my seat and shit More money more problems, I'm inviting all the stress Thirty one round 40 and a mothafucking vest Out on half a million bail half a million ain't no stress Thanking god, praising god cause I'm blessed, mothafucka! I'm so glad in who I'm becoming (I'm becoming) Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin') Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me) Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) Now I'm growing up like my paper (like my paper) They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters) Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me) Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) Yeah, I'm relaxing money grabbing Haters mad they say I'm bragging I'm just laughing My life Gucci like the fashion see the dragon Matching shoes cause they platinum, I ain't platinum Just the socks on my calfskin a hundred cash in Anywhere a diamond tester is my jewelry passion Fake niggas throwing traps but I'm cruising past them Weed and Foreigns all them gassin' they just gassin' I like bitches with some class and, no more ratchet Unless they hear they favorite songs and want to pop they ass in Put my music in they captions when they snappin' They just love the fact that I'm eating that I don't be cappin' I ain't no fuck nigga Real street shit all my niggas eating shit (fuck them niggas!) They ain't eating now unless they eating shit I got 3 car garages sometimes I don't see my whips Of success, rolls spider webs on my seat and shit More money more problems, I'm inviting all the stress Thirty one round 40 and a mothafucking vest Out on half a million bail half a million ain't no stress Thanking god, praising god cause I'm blessed, mothafucka! I'm so glad in who I'm becoming (I'm becoming) Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin') Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me) Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) Now I'm growing up like my paper (like my paper) They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters) Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me) Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)