On My Sh*t-Fetti Cash

I mean when I said I was gonna Tear the f*cking streets up And I was gonna do my thing I'ma bout this paper Don't doubt me haters I can only do me I'm smooth as a dove getting money like rich porter in his prime Watching out for slimes tryna beat me for a dime I don't kick rhymes or raps I kick true facts Plus I keep a few racks brickstacks And a mack in a bag don't make me pull it out Cause that will be yo a** I try to give n*ggas the one on But they don't want that They know I'm nice with hands yall can call me the boxer I'm even nicer with the box blade just call me oxer Cause from your brows to your chin doctor Sha bang sha boom I just laced ya and threw salt in the wound I will kill you chumps dead before I let you defeat me I'm in the streets hard body and I be doing me I'm a G with mad respect and you can check my record Fetti Cash brickstack I'm about that paper Owwww Chorus 2x I'm on my brickstack ishh You know I stay fresh that's just that brickstack ishh Pockets stay fat that's just that brickstack ishh You haters still hating and I'm brickstack'n Gold Fish Crying on the outside smiling in the inside Real n*ggas gon ride represent webside I remember one time the judge try to hurt my pride I'm immune to the word play can't hurt my mind Talking bout the foul play hustle hard all day Said my conduct was disclosed caught me in the hallway Keep the stash in the door way driving down the parkway Got my jews on cause today look like a dark day I wonder why people think quick sand will make you sink Switch up your wig but you gotta change the way you think D**n dog they say you poor can't pay attention You skip class the case ask you missed a lesson The streets will keep stressing in the hood all day stuck Feeling depressed cause you coming up short with luck I tell you what keep your chin up be a little humble Touch down field goal with no fumble Chorus 2x R Dot Its a new day but what the future is coming to We gotta consider our brains the new pistols If you moving fast then the world might trip you How you gonna be a king if the crown don't fit you Stressed out everyday I got too many issues It might be tears of sweat just hand me a tissue Rent come first before them people evict you Silence and fif that's the same sh*t we plead to It gotta be shots fired before I bleed N*ggas better bow down n*gga before I leave Its just straight talk n*gga truthfully I shoot first n*gga nobody shoot for me I break down doors n*gga and I take those keys Then move out of state and put miles on V's I do this for my family I got mouths to feed I got a gun on my purses and trouserees Chorus fade