WYO?

If you don't work, you a leech, ain't nobody gon' help you out here in these streets, separate real from the fake Motherfuckers out here switchin' customs up like Halloween

I wasn't askin' for shit, I went out and got it, I done turned up a notch then filled up my pockets, I been puttin' In work like I'm John Stockton, they be tryna compete, but they not stoppin' me

So deep in my bag, can't get caught up with none of these hoes, Won't fold for a trick, I was down on my ass Had to boss up, still remain humble as it gets

Can't get too comfortable, gotta take some risks for the shit to make some sense, say I got 99 problems, only Thing on my mind is gettin' rich

Leaving the past in the past, no, it don't determine shit I put my foot on the gas, I ain't letting' up for shit

Ballin' too hard on they ass, slam dunk J.Rich live and you learn, bet not do it twice, that's real shit

Leaving the past in the past, no, it don't determine shit I put my foot on the gas, I ain't letting' up for shit

Ballin' too hard on they ass, slam dunk J.Rich live and you learn, bet not do it twice, that's real shit

Went on a 90 day run I been running a check up out here in these streets

Went from hoes and Oz to professional clothes, I stand on business about me