gotta gotta make it
gotta gotta getta job
runaway from da copz
gotta stay fly til i fuckin die
imma kid tryna get to da top from da bottom
imma tough on da outside widda soft heart like cotton
imma wiseman widda billion dollar knowledge
trna go to a mothafuckin college
im on top o dis shit, hotter than a bear's porridge
gotta carry on ma dutyz like a man
but im strugglin harder sinkin in a sand
gettin crushed up like an empty coca-cola can
but i gotta do wat i gotta do to make it come true
dream of bein rich in da neighborhood
so i stay tru to myself and
da rest o da fam
n im crusin
