Midnight In Manhattan Don Trip

[Intro]
Yeah
(What's up, Juwop?)
(Beat those drums)

[Chorus]
We ain't takin' no breaks, the paper's all I'm gon' chase
I bet I make it where I'm goin', no matter how long this shit takes
I bet I make it where I'm goin', no matter what they throwin' my way
I ain't never switchin' up, even when the shit ain't goin' my way

[Verse 1]
Fuck it then
Get this money, motherfuck a friend
If life's a bitch, I'm a lucky man
When opportunity knocks, you better hop off your ass and go and buzz 'em in
I was Mr. Bigs in the Comfort Inn
With the sandwich bags and the rubber bands
Had all them blocks, my hotel room startin' to look like Legoland
I came a long way
Plus I had to find my own way
I ain't ever in a hurry, baby, I'ma get his money at my own pace
Ain't nobody gon' rush me
Nigga, life sucks 'til you succeed
I live life in the fast lane like the lead driver for Rusty's
Made it this far, can't backtrack
My flow sicker than a lab rat
Moved so much weight, I got a bad back
Shell blowin' gas like Mad Max
If a nigga really want smoke, better know I'm suitin' up like hazmat
Even when my money was funny, wasn't shit to laugh at