WORKING ON MYSELF

Aye, I been working on myself, aye These days I can't cry, I'm just counting up the wealth Yeah, I'm just counting up my wealth These days I just pray to God, check my mental health Yeah, I got fruit up on my shelf I can't really cry I cannot complain about the wealth Yeah, I got wealth inside my pockets Step outside I know I got it And I been kicking back bitch I'm good Just another day up in the hood And I made it out, bitch I'm still fine Never thought I'd make it to 25 But I'm 24, I still got time In case a motherfucker wanna die They think this shit is a joke They think this shit is a They think this shit is a joke I got a chip on my shoulder I don't know how, but I stepped out and then my heart grew colder They think this shit is a joke I put the scope on my shoulder Drug dealing, drug using, man I swear that shit got a odor My own mamma caught snitching My own momma caught telling I ain't really hadda buy that shit for him, he a felon But I hadda do that shit, cuz I made a commitment Yeah I hadda do that shit, cuz my dad need a weapon Yeah I'm really with the shits, I don't care what you selling I ain't with that bullshit, boy you acting too friendly You been acting like a enemy Getting close with the enemies Saucing up all the enemies, man you acting too friendly Aye, I been working on myself, aye These days I can't cry, I'm just counting up the wealth Yeah, I've been working on myself These days I just talk to God, praying on the stairs Yeah, I've been checking on myself Huh, I've been working on myself