[Intro]
This is a Jay Johnson production

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Ayy, fuck that shit, I know they jealous
Thought I was gon' be broke forever, huh
Gotta tote the weapon, yeah
Giant on my side, Odell Beckham, nigga
Tell me how I'm 'posed to manage
When most of my bros in heaven, yeah
Your bitch, that's my ho forever, ayy
She put me first but know she second, yeah
Sad to say everybody ain't real as they claim
They prayed on my downfall when they was asked to pray, yeah
All that sneak dissing 'til I activate
You gon' see that Draco clap like a Raptors game
Roll on me, this the same outfit from yesterday
Try to jack me and I'm busting, call that masturbate
Word around, they say I don't act the same
These the same motherfuckers said I had to change

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
I had to go hard or go home
Everybody around me been waiting on this moment for so long
Looked my mama in her eyes, told her we ain't never going broke no more
Man, these streets a motherfucker, turn a nigga like me heart so cold, yeah
Shit's so bold
Ayy, did a nigga baby mama so wrong
In the club with a thirty ball on me, talking crazy with the pole on, yeah
I can't even go to sleep, I'm anxious
Gotta run it up now, fuck waiting
Love don't live here, heart vacant
Shit's so cold, yeah
Shit's so bold, yeah
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