Bout My Cash

I said if you ever had my back then you'll forever be blessed

And if you fuckin' with them niggas, say that shit with your chest

'Cause you be duckin' with them niggas, ain't no need for a vest

And I'm just worried bout a trap, give a fuck bout the rest

Say you been beatin' up that road but your pockets are stressed

You just a clown up on that razor, but you claim it's finesse

This shit ain't never been easy, under pressure you a mess

Claim you so really in a field, you playin' checkers, not chess

Being broke and remaining broke, that's my biggest fear

I'm a child of the trenches, but they see a chandelier