I.W.B Lyrics

I'm just trying to make my money

Smoke my weed till I look funny

Don't nobody look my way yall can't have it anyway

I struggled for this shit I bled with my pen to the paper

Ayo I struggled with this pain

Ayo sayonara to the haters

Hi it's your friendly neighborhood marcy baby and I came to say

That I'm ready to spit this ill shit

Step in the plain and throw this rap game out the frame

Ima show yall I'm like shawn carter without the wallet or the fame or the amor spit some wild shit so I can make some comma's

Ima just this spit this virtue

I know nobody knows

They can't keep up with the old you

Yo Lee this is the new you

But while I been having thoughts and decisions, I spit this pain for the fame

I have no shame in my game, yo may my luck stay the same

I'm just trying to make my money

Smoke my weed till I feel funny

Don't nobody look my way

Yall can't have it anyway

Uh Uh Uh

Uh Uh

I want to be at the top of the game so I can make some change

Take myself right out the hood watch all these haters hate

I just want to be like big poppa, a shot caller stunting on hoes I want wallets filled with big dollars

Ayo I don't want to be a block boy no more I'm trying to make some noise

Take my family out of this hood with any plan or choice

I sit and write memories of pain I can't feel with this void

May I win this life game hold my voice in vein

I'm just trying to make my money

Smoke my weed till I feel funny

Don't nobody look my way

Yall can't have it anyway

I'm just trying to make my money

Smoke my weed till I feel funny

Don't nobody look my way

Yall can't have it anyway

I struggled for this shit I bled with the pen to the paper

Ayo I struggled with this pain

Ayo sayonara to the haters