Uh, I grind harder and sleep less
I climb farther with each step
I shine brighter with deep breaths
My knife sharper, I speak death
Can't sleep, got money thoughts
I dream heavy old scars and war stories
I shine bright through dark nights
Starting to feel like Gotham City
Niggas robbin', catchin' souls
Watch your step, them deep waters
I ain't slept since last week
Ain't said a prayer this whole year
Party hard, drink liquor and fuck wives
Get money, make music that touch lives
All I know is that bag talk
I can't speak no other language
If you broke nigga some say I'm asshole
I don't mean to do it, I swear
I gotta get it, gotta get it
I gotta get that paper (Maino) , yeah
I gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it
Them niggas ain't foolin' me
Nowadays the music be faker
I'm hearin' nothin' I'm seein'
Made an appearance just for my freedom
Everybody had money before they deal
And everybody hoes was thick
I'm missin' money in Toronto
Predicates and hustlers most of
They claim they from the gutter and
They never seen a cockroach
Get nervous when the cops close
On they mama they not broke
Them cars rented, chains rented
Take 'em where it's real at
They thugged for that phone in jail
The type you never have around
If you gon' talk business
Never could they swim in the
That Porsche is dark skinned
All I know is that bag talk
I can't speak no other language
If you broke nigga some say I'm asshole
I don't mean to do it, I swear
I gotta get it, gotta get it
I gotta get that paper, yeah
Gotta get it, gotta get it, ayy