Bong, bong dong. Bong, bong dong Pew, pew, pew. Pew, pew, pew. Pew, pew, pew Come on and do the hustle, get up early in the morning Hit the clock, brush your teeth, its the morning The world's yours, player, time to get to ballin' Let's put some work in, hear the callin' I had to do it to 'em I had to do it to 'em Yeah, what's the key to life? Oh gotta feed the vibe! Got to feed the dogs in the morning Got to do the work, trust the process Got to feed the dogs in the morning Got the drug dealers, got the ball players Gotta feed the vibe, gotta see the guys Read between the lines, child, got to read the tides They took the piece of pie, got us demonized Playing with my money, Ima push your teeth aside Aww, he gon' do it to em! I just did it to em Villainize your hustle, get some music to em You loquacious, huh? He gon' do it to ya I can't floss my teeth while I'm chewing through ya They tried to cancel me, bitch how'd that work out? They tried to dance with me, bitch how'd that work out? Their life of fantasy, bitch how that work out? I could never gossip, Ima boss I put some work out Got the keys to the city, I'm a monster Martyr stay winning over yonder Walking over motherfucking crabs and lobsters Bitch, I'm just getting to the money like... I had to do it to 'em I had to do it to 'em Yeah, what's the key to life? Oh gotta feed the vibe! Got to feed the dogs in the morning Got to do the work, trust the process Got to feed the dogs in the morning Got the drug dealers, got the ball players I told my mama last night Ima shoot you No more nice Mr. Goody Two-Shoes Yeah I gotta take your life, gotta shoot you Skip and hop and take a flight Honolulu Where we're going there ain't no destination Got a problem how you feel? Gon' say something The truth don't need motivation The troops don't need motivation I sell out all my shows, how that make you feel? Top of the album charts, how that make you feel? Look at me build my kingdom, how that make you feel? God damn that boy be winning, how that make you feel? Took me over a decade for paychecks Yes, head to head blind I won all the taste tests Never allow myself to get gate kept Awww bitch, I'm just getting to the money like... I had to do it to 'em I had to do it to 'em Yeah, what's the key to life? Oh gotta feed the vibe! Got to feed the dogs in the morning Got to do the work, trust the process Got to feed the dogs in the morning Got the drug dealers, got the ball players Ohhhh I had to do it to 'em Ohhhh I had to do it to 'em Yeah, what's the key to life? Oh gotta feed the vibe! Got to feed the dogs in the morning Got to do the work, trust the process Got to feed the dogs in the morning Got the drug dealers, got the ball players