Can't Wait to Tell This Story

Lately I been working working working nonstop Lately I been in the booth cooking nonstop Keep on going until I'm right up at the top Once I get there I know I ain't never finna flop Yeah this my world This my world This my world This my world I can’t stop now This my time I was trying make her mine She made me lose track of time I was chilling with my slime Now we all up on the climb Now we all up on the rise When we pop a'int no surprise Cooking it up in the stu Making beats dropping shit with the crew People talk shit like who the hell are you Too many bands I'm running outta room Double C’s like everything blue Ice on my teeth make it hard to chew Remember them days all we had was stew Spin the block with a uzi zoom You want some money so go get in your bag That boy think he famous, jiggy with the stacks I'm tight with the shit, rubber band my racks At least I know I'll never be alone My homies got my back they ride or dies let that be known RIP the homies names on a stone Claiming 23K500 know that boy my clone Lately I been working working working nonstop Lately I been in the booth cooking nonstop Keep on going until I'm right up at the top Once I get there I know I a'int never finna flop Yeah this my world This my world This my world This my world Big racks, big stacks, big packs, all that I was down bad in the trenches with the homies full strap Remember them days in the basement Me and the homies recording them tracks Remember them days I was hurting Lost in my mind I thought I was trapped Wait, bag, wait, cash I just been counting my cash Lately I feel like Tayk do the dash uh Hold up I'm going too fast uh Tryna make up for my past uh I just been working and working I promise I ain’t never gonna come in last uh I got two 40’s I’m sorry baby but you can’t be shorty and People know I'm in the house like I'm Cory I might be singing but I’m telling a story uh I'm telling the story bought how I grew up Can’t wait to tell the one bout how I blew up Me and all my homies about to crew up Not single a single soul can get through us Lately I been working working working nonstop Lately I been in the booth cooking nonstop Keep on going until I'm right up at the top Once I get there I know I a'int never finna flop Yeah this my world This my world This my world This my world On the road and I Noticed you looking little bit cold I don't got a label I'm making it on own I ain’t the kinda guy that'll sell away my own soul I'm tryna make some money I'm tryna to make it my way and I'm wishing that you could stay I got choppas under my lay and I know a lot people, do anything get to them paid But if you making wrong moves then the police finna raid uh This my world, I’m just trying to make some money, this my world