Lyric

I run the streets for my dreams all night

There’s no sleep till my Gs are alright

And I’ll make the paper and it’s all mine

We get the whole world shook like a fault line

The boy came from nothing and he was mad broke

Ain’t nothin’ funny with no money, it felt like a bad joke

His momma used to tell him, “You gotta be hella rich cuz ain't nobody helping no broke ass bitch”

Life is full of traps, always watch your back

Gotta know who’s around when you’re carrying stacks

Haters are everywhere and they sneak like rats

But If they tryna shit on me, I’ma squeeze my gats

Blood on the streets proves how it's so real

All they got left are the bullets of my steel

I do what I like and I do what I feel

Making a lotta money with no motherfuckin’ deal

My wife and my son truly make me grown now

Livin’ life in the fast lane, I never slow down

You better leave ’fore you get your brains blown out

Spittin’ fire like a Glock for real, no doubt

I run the streets for my dreams all night

There’s no sleep till my Gs are alright

And I’ll make the paper and it’s all mine

We get the whole world shook like a fault line

Breaking down the door and then I explore

The next level that was never there before

This game’s so cold like a corpse on the floor

Can’t go back no more, getting closer to the core

I’m ready for war, shit’s still going on

We got your back, Ukraine, keep throwing firebombs

It’s time to fight, got a weapon in my hand

Understand, I can put a .47 to your man

You know what I’ma do if you tryna get my loot

Head’s I’ma shoot, alley-oop in the hoop

We ball like swoosh and it's always on my shoes

Speaking nothing but the truth, it’s the life we choose

What I went through is in my rear view

No fake crew, staying true to our roots

Chilling with my troops with some OG kush

Like Uncle Snoop

Bring some gin and juice

I run the streets for my dreams all night

There’s no sleep till my Gs are alright

And I’ll make the paper and it’s all mine

We get the whole world shook like a fault line