PLEXJOY ft. Todd

It's the land of you want it, I got it

Place where they throw diamonds in the trash because no one will find em

Picture me roaming the streets in hopes that a label come sign a G, then a Tahoe pull up so slow wanting smoke like refineries

Man it's crabs in a bucket

Soon as you look like you could make it out man, they grabbing and tugging all on yo ankles

I then watched plenty niggas go to the league, but risk it all to be gangsta

Nowadays they just sit and look at they jerseys on hangers

I laugh in the face of a nonbeliever

Grew up a screw up deep in the land of the finders keepers

Look at what came from the mud

Chose to keep rising above

Blood on the soles of they shoes but that's not designer sneakers