WOLF OF WALL STREET

Ain't no comparing me, I got a legacy Searching for clues like my life is a mystery Cash coming in gonna deal with the misery Leave it in the past that shit was history She a bad bitch, yea, she from Tennessee Walk in the spot, she the only ten I see Flow so fire, gonna give you a third degree Only taking wins, yea thats my destiny Making all these vibes, back to back No sleep until I see them stacks Always overtime, never relax Wait for the day I hang up them plaques Spit bars for a living, penthouse chilling Every track I hop on, its a murder scene I'm killing Spit bars for a living, penthouse chilling Every track I hop on, its a murder scene I'm killing Just wanna get paid everyday Hide the racks at the back of the safe Don't be playing no games Pull the wrong strings and you just might catch a case Damn ain't nobody at the tippity top Who got your six, everyones an opp Waiting for one to fall the drop Everybody's got an open shot Cold ass world, gonna need a cold heart Started from the bottom with no head start Money is the target like we playing darts If you miss your shots ain't no restart It ain't on you if you born poor But it is your fault if you die broke Living up big in the hills Let the money come in and it gonna deal with the smoke Yes I'm a bag chaser Eyes on the prize like I'm aiming with a laser And I gotta keep me a razor Cut off the ones who couldn't keep up later Damn, cold of me to let go like that But I couldn't care less, thats a fact We ain't on the same mindset thats kinda sad I'm tryna earn me a bag while you still stuck up on the past Damn right, you still stuck up on the past Last year it was games, but now I'm tryna earn some cash So I keep workin, on my craft Decided it was time I get off my fuckin ass Cant wait till I reach my goals Imma be so gassed But thats a long way to go still So so so Ain't no comparing me, I got a legacy Searching for clues like my life is a mystery Cash coming in gonna deal with the misery Leave it in the past that shit was history She a bad bitch, yea, she from Tennessee Walk in the spot, she the only ten I see Flow so fire, gonna give you a third degree Only taking wins, yea thats my destiny Making all these vibes, back to back No sleep until I see them stacks Always overtime, never relax Wait for the day I hang up them plaques Spit bars for a living, penthouse chilling Every track I hop on, its a murder scene I'm killing Spit bars for a living, penthouse chilling Every track I hop on, its a murder scene I'm killing