Produced by: Pluto

Recorded by: 瑞/马红尘 (025 Studio)

Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞

Countin’ 7 while I’m hopin’ for the 8 figures

I ain’t got no time to play and hang witcha

Went from rags to riches, whole gang came witcha

Really made it out the trenches, I’m a game switcher

Yeah, and now I’m goin’ off the leash, okay

Young Caesar hangin’ from a tree, okay

Bringin’ up the MOB, I can’t ease, okay

Family ties got me movin’ discreet, okay

The streets, I gotta breed, okay

Lookin’ back, this some **** I don’t believe, okay

Want more drip like I'm Gunna, start pushin’ P, okay

Real Visionary, now we ‘bout to feast, okay

It started off elementary

Project housin’ with a dollar and a couple of dreams

Since the day I locked my Berklee offer in the drawer

I know I’m aimin’ for the top, ain’t stuck in between

Ola house, 17, I was at the scene

Sat back with man T, we ain’t even spoke

Only thing stays on my mind, man, I can’t choke

Choppin’ bullets with my katana give ‘em Deathstroke, sheesh

Still give ‘em the best though

Fast forward, 19, my life presto

If the fists ain’t talkin’, use your elbow

Really made it out the trenches, now we at ya throat

Yeah, and now I’m goin’ off the leash, okay

Young Caesar hangin’ from a tree, okay

Bringin’ up the MOB, I can’t ease, okay

Family ties got me movin’ discreet, okay

The streets, I gotta breed, okay

Lookin’ back, this some **** I don’t believe, okay

Want more drip like I'm Gunna, start pushin’ P, okay

Real Visionary, now we ‘bout to feast, okay

*****, you know we

Started a label named with M-O-B

Put it in an LLC

Too many titles, they call me

A ****in’ choppa but not NLE

These *****es know wassup

Late night back bends with some shoulder rubs

My man been on some crazy shit, keep it fold and tucked

Lotta those mean texts on WeChat, wish him luck

Cause if we catch him slippin’ then he know he ****ed, on the gang

Well, I hop he play with me, he know it’s not a game

Blockin’ all my old hoes, she said I ain’t the same

You know It takes a lotta change to win the lotto game

It takes a lotta chances steppin’ into the hall of fame, boy

Right now I’m hopin’ for the 8 figures

I ain’t got no time to play and hang witcha

Went from rags to riches, whole gang came witcha

Really made it out the trenches, I’m a game switcher

Yeah, and now I’m goin’ off the leash, okay

Young Caesar hangin’ from a tree, okay

Bringin’ up the MOB, I can’t ease, okay

Family ties got me movin’ discreet, okay

The streets, I gotta breed, okay

Lookin’ back, this some **** I don’t believe, okay

Want more drip like I'm Gunna, start pushin’ P, okay

Real Prophets, and we reppin’ the East, okay