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Put my problems in the back (back, back) Pushing away to the front (front, front) You know how I feel I can show you how to stunt (stunt, stunt) Put my problems in the back (Aye) Pushing away to the front (Say what) Yeah, I smoke hella trees I can show you how to stunt (stunt, stunt) When I was young I had a several wishes, huh (Couple Wishes) Yeah I'm tryna go from rags to riches, huh (Rags to Riches) Mama told me never trust them bitches, nah They switching and they always getting stitches, huh (Aye) Used to dream bout jays but I've never get it Used to dream bout cheese and a couple digits I'm getting fucked up prowlly I'll die in minute The sky full of hopes, know there's no limit And you know it don't stop (Don't stop) I always ground around all over that clock (That clock) I hustle like mama but I look just like my pops (Hmmm) I'ma push myself and shoot my shots Lemme show 'em what I got We in between heaven and hell F*ck a nine-to-five, I'd rather end up in a jail I'm just tryna chill and tryna gettin' mils All my homies down to ride all the way to the hills Lemme tell how I feel Put my problems in the back (back, back) Pushing away to the front (front, front) You know how I feel I can show you how to stunt (stunt, stunt, stunt) Put my problems in the back (Aye) Pushing away to the front (Say what) Yeah, I smoke hella trees I can show you how to stunt (stunt, stunt) It's primetime, ridin' thru that six deuce (Six deuce) That nine eleven, I only subtract the roof (Huh) I started in twenty twenty, warmed up in twenty two Hot, hot) I was born in '99 that's the year I came thru (Yessir) In the mirror where I see my only enemy (Enemy) I gotta pick the right side for my destiny (Destiny) Even tho there's lotta hate and jealousy (Yeah) Your life's good? Well, mine's an obscenity (Hahaha) Hustlin' everyday, I be workin' overtime (Over time) I'ma be rich, or I'ma die tryin' (Cash) I can't let nobody else get what is mine (Never) Ain't no time for resting, baby you know I gotta shine (Gotta shine) Its 'bouta get ugly, no whoopie gold (Yeah, yeah) Superstar, still' in the kitchen whippin' O's (Yeah, yeah) Toss it to my youngins, call me when it get it gone (Get it gone) F*ck a rap, J. FIGGA bout to get it on (Say what) Put my problems in the back (back, back) Pushing away to the front (front, front) You know how I feel I can show you how to stunt (stunt, stunt, stunt) Put my problems in the back Pushing away to the front Yeah, I smoke hella trees I can show you how to stunt (stunt, stunt, stunt)