| Gotta figure this shit out, man |
| Bottom to the top, man |
| Can’t stop |
| Slapwood 'bout to disappear |
| It’s another year, yeah, bitch, I’m still here |
| Them haters sick of me, hopin' that I fell off |
| Only to find me down in Texas livin' like a boss |
| I ain’t never have to fake it to make it |
| I kept it one hundred 'til I got shit shakin' |
| And once I figured it out, never did no brakin' |
| That’s why this crown ain’t for the takin' |
| Really did it by myself, these niggas tried to sell me help |
| Through all the fuck yous, still found my wealth |
| Now I’m stronger than ever |
| In the long run, look who doin' better |
| Been a leader, I’m a living trendsetter, Thugga |
| Don’t hate on nobody and don’t wait on nobody |
| That’s the quickest way to pull up in that new Bugatti |
| It’s lonely at the top, so I copped a coupe |
| I’m smokin', rappin', stackin', tryna last like Snoop |
| Never thought I’d be still here makin' me a mil' a year |
| Real hustlers never fall, fake disappear |
| Still gettin' better, got my shit together |
| Bet they thought I was gon' go broke, nigga, never |
| Got my own wave, never did trends |
| Ain’t never on no dumb shit, soundin' like men |
| Motivate the streets, tell 'em time to boss up |
| Instead of tearin' down the block, fix your mama house up |