Serving OneTFM

Out that window I was serving, getting this money was my purpose
Ion believe in punching clocks, we get the money like it's urgent
I walk in the function, neck busting, these hoes start getting nervous
Niggas clicking up with the other side, trying to eat which one you workin?

When you getting money on our side, blues stick together like cursive
Do some shit that they ain't heard of, pull up wagging with the curtains
Get the money, that's for certain, 1% ain't doing no merging
Where I come from, you can't make excuses, gotta find a way to go win

Know a young nigga from the south side, got no hobbies, all he do is spin
Know a young bitch out the way that got no goals but wanna Benz
Almost cut off all my friends, me and Ben Frank, we so locked in
Nigga, rapping was just a side thing, never thought I'd get my chance

Thanking God everyday, faithfully, he blessed me with a pen
Rest in peace, Trey, I miss you, dawg, I'm still active, you dig
Free my nigga from that pen, he coming home, we ball again
I was trapping wasn't even trying, still made a hunnit, that shit wasn't nothing

I can count this shit with my eyes closed, for real, let me show you something
I get em in and I get em gone, show my young nigga how to double
FN, 9, Glock 19's young niggas ain't scuffling
I was 13 when I learned how to shoot dice, I love to hustle

Watched my brother run up an M, just independent off the muscle
Only reason niggas click fold, they ain't got no fucking structure
Get the money, buy a Benz, and buy a Cuban, that's our culture
Everybody know Young Shad, I was serving out that the