For fifteen years, finally wins and you toot your horn all the way through town Why? Glory, that's why, glory We all know little glories, we're just not good at big glories Yeah Way I'm doin' this shit seem effortless Say I move like I'm workin' with Mexicans (Yeah) And I look at the dirt, seen a rose grow Ran it up from the dirt, bought a rose gold (Rose gold) Wherever I go, yeah, the pole go (For real) Jump back in the field when the shows slow (Mhm) The money is flyin', these hoes know If you don't know now, you'll never know (Yeah) You state and you federal You gettin' it in, you goin' legit (You know) You start to need discipline, you handle your business, you stackin' your chips (For real) I'm writing my goals down, I'm knockin' 'em all down, I'm scratchin' the list (That's facts) I'm mad that cappin' exist, 'cause niggas be rappin' 'bout that when they really this Bro mad I ain't poppin' my shit, but who you know rockin' like this who come from the trenches? All the free game I'm kickin', I'm quick to go turn up my niggas, they do it for bitches You never had pressure like this, all the deals they be sendin' is multi-million I'm glad I was raised by bosses, these niggas lost in the sauce, keep talkin' 'bout killing All of the killers I know, they don't even talk, shit, I'm sayin' too much right now "Face, you a rich-ass nigga," but I'll still sleep in the city, you can ask Young Joc You know it's Chanel for the skully, I rock one like regular business, just ask NaNa (Facts) My son, he can't even talk, but he hop in the back of the Benz, he wave bye-bye These niggas be geekin' for nothin' Last night, I had a dream about money Woke up out my sleep thinkin' the same thing Fuck it, I'm spendin' a hundred (Ayy) Nigga, go put you some cuffs on your main thing If I'm in your city, she fuckin' Old-school squad, no buttons Niggas, they hate me, I love it My ratchet in public, I'm thuggin' Still pushin' P's like Gunna (Still pushin') YSL on like Thug 'nem Akorn red for my Blood fam Pick a bag up, put the guns down Droppin' bags off with my gun on me Thick-ass bitch, puttin' ones on her Bitch need to listen, make not a sound Way I'm doin' this shit seem effortless Say I move like I'm workin' with Mexicans (Yeah) And I look at the dirt, seen a rose grow Ran it up from the dirt, bought a rose gold (Rose gold) Wherever I go, yeah, the pole go (For real) Jump back in the field when the shows slow (Mhm) The money is flyin', these hoes know If you don't know now, you'll never know