Lyrics:

Yeah
Somebody, um
Somebody hit me today and they were like'Nah, just make sure, you know
You tell me what to do when I get there, you know?'
(June, you`re a genius)
I said, 'I respect it, no problem'
I got all these blessings just to give it to others anyway
Know what I`m sayin`?
Yeah, my hand`s always open, for real

Ayy
Thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mil`, I`ll save that for the rain
Five hundred weeks, I`ll fill the charts with my pain
Five hundred mil` and I`ll fall back in the 6ix
Finally give you niggas the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson shit, but the palace is not for kids
Still women sayin` it`s childish, the way we live
Brought a few Ws to the 6ix
Baby mama fluke, but I love her for who she is
Baby, Wayne and Tez responsible for this shit
Half the time, I question my consciousness in this shit
Other times, I question if compliments are legit
Full-time, I`m out here confident as a bitch
Tryna make good on the promises that I give
Tryna make sure my accomplices are legit
Register the business in my brother`s name
Thirty-five hunnid in her pocket, that should cover things
Certified lover man, trappin` out the motherland
Always move right so my watch is on the other hand
She can try and play it down now, but she was a fan
People wanna know what`s in my pockets, they don`t understand
My assistant always findin` Percocet and rubber bands
Know my mom might not want to hear how I discover plans
Word to Sandra Graham, no one love you like your mother can
I watched Michael Rubin win a million off a couple hands
I decide what to see next like it`s on demand
I decide what to be next like I`m switchin` plans
I`ma tell you what you feel next like the weatherman
I will split heads and break necks for my little man
6 God, prayin` hands like I`m a religious man
But I`m just a sicker man, wicked man
Look, we can argue back and forth, but who`s the richer man?
Isn`t that what matters in this world that we livin` in?
Bang those dividends, snakes stay slitherin`
How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin` in?
How you plan to take a nigga`s spot by just givin` in?
How you gon` treat this shit like you gon` get to live again?
How you gettin` hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got a manager you met after you got the win?
Bet you got some niggas that`ll love you `til the bitter end
Bet you got somebody that`s just smarter than your other friends
Give `em a percentage, see what happens to your blessings then
You just need to stay close to your
People that was there when others could`ve been
Than when others should`ve been
Got a nigga starin` at the game like, 'Damn, coach, put him in'
But you never listen, so you niggas goin` wood again
Got us in the crib,
Talkin` `bout what niggas coulda been, shoulda been
And I got your girl on the second floor, beggin` me to put it in
And it`s not because all of the money that you wouldn`t spend
And it`s not because I set it up to try and get revenge
It`s because you niggas insecure, you ain`t made men
It`s because even though you hate on me, we stay friends
It`s because you niggas never learn when to say when
Yeah

For real
Facts, you know what I`m sayin`?
Hahaha, yeah