MAKE 'EM PROUD (feat. J.A.Y PILOTLIFE)

Thank the lord for every dolla on me
Can I get that money is what my daughter told me
So I make these niggas pay for every dime that's on me
Ain't not feelings in this business get your digits is what my father told me
So nigga thats just what it is
If I can't pay my bills
Then I can't feed my kids
and mama ain't raise no bitch
I don't even know what that is
That keeps a young nigga tryna get rich
Need about one hundred thousand on my wrist
So you can tell them haters ain't no love lost
My baby told me that we can't afford lost
My youngin got a warrant over court cost
So you know I'm coming for it like I'm Jordan in the 4th dawg
(Yea)
From rags to riches
From bail to business
From L's to living
I know the frails is livid
Rather see me in a cell
But I excel the limits
Haters don't want no smoke
What I exhale will kill you
Spit that fresh up off that boat
Then I sell the remnants
Detail the vision from start to finish
I'm still sticking to the script
Even though your part is finished
We still stunting on 'em
Even when them cars is rented
Rob look what we started
Can't believe you departed
Came out them apartments
Where them killas was heartless
You planted the seed but then left me to harvest
But I know you proud when them foreigns starting
Yea
All I ever wanted was to swang
Actin bad in the slab bumping candy rain
Like the Jigga man said money ain't a thing
I be gripping grain while I'm twistin up dank mayne
All I ever wanted was to swang
(Actin) Actin bad in the slab bumping candy rain
(Like the) Like the Jigga man said money ain't a thing
I be (gripping) gripping grain while I'm rollin up dank mayne