I come to you with a look of desperation with healed scratches on my face With a million shattered dreams and empty aluminum foil plates And I got all my pride and passion And I exist in the shadows created by streetlights and the lineage of Nefertiti In a place where my artwork's graffiti and my music is noise I’m just, I’m just tryna make a way out of nowhere I’m, I’m starting to feel some warmth coming from the streetlight 'Cause this is very much love too and, right now, this is very much my life This is very much my center stage Shit, this is all I know if anything (uh, yeah) So I, eternally exist under these streetlights You know how we do this shit Griselda (yo) Trust (yo) Uh, this for my hustlers getting money, shaking corners who got weight for sale Get that money, don't leave a paper trail I told the plug I take 'em sealed, so the dogs can't taste or smell That type of money, don't leave a paper trail I told my bitch to count that bag but she ain't worried if she break a nail Get that money, don't leave a paper trail And we do 80 through the city in them coupes like we race forreal This type of money don't leave a paper trail Ayo, ayo, while y'all hit the stores up, I'm getting my scores up I just got funding for a business in Florida My man said he broke, I'm 'bout to send him a quarter Got a list of niggas that owe in alphabetical order I see him once a week to collect, so we don't speak for days Be the connect and you grow to be who the people praise We was blessed from illegal ways Each day, I'm putting dog food in the streets like I'm feeding strays All came from the same gravel But the difference is I played with cocaine, y'all played Scrabble Love was deep, it became shallow It's jealousy in your brain, that's something that I can't battle Now it's sitting in your heart, you let that hate travel Like I ain't have you making money when I ain't have to Niggas lucky that I ain't blast you But I'ma kill 'em with success like fuck it, just drive the Wraith past you I feel like death nearing close Careful looking over my shoulder like the rearview mirror broke I'm the provider of the purest dope Come and try it, you'll be high as a bad driver insurance quote I got it all from Pyrex glasses I'm at the finish line, about to high step past it It's big diamonds on my neck flashing Real bright, at night, I could hop out and direct traffic, bastard Uh, this for my hustlers getting money, shaking corners who got weight for sale Get that money, don't leave a paper trail I told the plug I take 'em sealed, so the dogs can't taste or smell That type of money, don't leave a paper trail I told my bitch to count that bag but she ain't worried if she break a nail Get that money, don't leave a paper trail And we do 80 through the city in them coupes like we race forreal This type of money don't leave a paper trail You can feel it 'cause it's more than music I started off the underdog, then I started proving I went harder when they thought I was stupid I got smarter, I learned about coke and water and all of its uses I don't get caught up in all them excuses, plausible rumors My name being brought up in multiple shootings A double-cross is the ultimate screw-ya Mob shit, 'cause we don't squash shit 'til we get the heart of the shooter You put the pain then you should be respected That's where you eat protected, 'cause that's the only way the streets accept it They say it happen when you least expect it We did that time and didn't fold, we bit our tongues when we seen detectives The yams fluff, I let you keep the extras The bands come, I stick to white like Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon I'm on the road, GPSing, tryna read directions Make it home, then I cut a whole one up into equal sections My other bitch hate to be neglected She want it, I text: I'm coming and the bitch know to delete the message Ask your pops, in the streets we legends We all yay pumpers, Floyd May' numbers, undefeated records Let's go!