Lil' demon, why you stackin' that green?
Why these suckas actin' so clean?
How you ride with a whole new fleet?
Why they freeze every time we meet?
'Cause they all fold, but I don't bend
I make that weak shit rise again
Came from the gutter, scars run deep
Now it's the hustle that I keep
Lean back, I'm peepin' every move they make
Whole squad hungry, ain't no time for breaks
Pull up low-key, black tint on the wraith
Talk that loud shit, now it's gone from your face
Heard these clowns chirpin', all cap
Duffel full of paper, stuffed tight with stacks
Fake-ass boys keep throwin' little shots
Till they see my crew slide into the spot
Lights flash quick, everybody drop low
Whole block froze when they heard that pop
So much noise, the old heads looked outside
Thought the city's throwin' fireworks high
You was inside grindin' on video games
I was outside where survival applied
Middle school, already dodgin' them cuffs
High school, knew that enough was enough
Skipped all the hype, went straight for the cash
Never let luck decide who was tough
Now they all yellin', bro, you changed
Funny how the story flipped with the fame
Lil' demon, why you stackin' that green?
Why these suckas actin' so clean?
How you ride with a whole new fleet?
Why they freeze every time we meet?
'Cause they all fold, but I don't bend
I make that weak shit rise again
Came from the gutter, scars run deep
Now it's the hustle that I keep
Keyboard killers keep runnin' they mouth
Never outside when it's time to be found
Everybody hard on the internet
Till reality shut the whole thing down
Talk get quiet when the pressure increase
Truth come out when the ego decrease
Explain all that hate I keep seein' online, please
Y'all counterfeit, I can tell by the act
My circle solid, never fold under facts
Kick in the door, make the room stand still
Now your whole crew too scared to react
They say pressure break, shit, I only bloom
My day-one in the back countin' up the loot
Designer on my jacket, designer on my boots
Neck glowin', wrist frozin', hold up
Whole squad locked in, no foldin', hold up
These lames actin' like they really know us
So much shine that it flood the place
They say luck fade fast, I just win the race
My day-one in the back stackin' up the cake
Lil' demon, why you stackin' that green?
Why these suckas actin' so clean?
How you ride with a whole new fleet?
Why they freeze every time we meet?
'Cause they all fold, but I don't bend
I make that weak shit rise again
Came from the gutter, scars run deep
Now it's the hustle that I keep