Bankroll (Intro)

I came up on a bankroll, tighten up you got the family to feed

I woke up sweating I keep having these dreams

I can't fumble this bankroll gang you gotta get right back in the streets

You should know that I'm thankful for the hate it got me back on my feet

Sometimes the hustle get painful but the pain is had planted a seed

I was broke but now my neck lookin icy

You couldn't make it a mile if you tried to step in these Nikes

Now my features starting to get a lil pricey

People ion even know starting to say they don't like me

When I was down dint barely nobody write me

I know your body on fleek but you could never be wifey