I ain't gotta show face, just know that I'm paid and they know my name
Real in my blood, I came out the mud, I walked in the rain
Im a big stepper and I know my shooters gon rock out in heaven
Run that shit up til I'm six underground, I got money obsessions
I was hurt since a kid, so the shit that I face it don't really upset me
All the pain from the slum gon put you in that zone, have you thinking shit heavy
I get up and go get up, they wake up and lay up, there ain't no comparing
It's just me vs me, I went built my own league with the man in the mirror
I do this slum shit with purpose
Yves Saint Laurent on my garments
Always felt up since I started
Money spread all on the carpet
New vivid dreams of Ferraris
I'm high demand on the market
B-I-G, I am Hypnotic
Don't know what you on, that is not it
It ain't guap, then switch up the topic
More drama, more money to solve it
That Balmain to cover my body
Too poppin, but still pop somebody
Aye, lil slummy takeoff like I'm harden
Did this shit with my bro, like the hardy's
I can tell, you ain't going your hardest
Told this bitch "I'm no regular artist"
Told this bitch "don't kill my vibe" like Kendrick
Off these meds, I'm higher than the ceiling
Slums baby 4L no kidding
All my day ones with me, ain't shit different
Rock that stage, tongue out like venom
Homie that's why your hoe in my denim
I don't even got no time for these niggas
Money on my mind and my mind keep winning
Fuck being broke, ain't the life I'm living
Ain't the life I'm living
So we gon run it up, run it way up
Yeah, Slum!
I'm gon get that bag, then I'm gon take off (Fuck it let's get it!)
Baby I'm really Migo, can't take no days off
Backpack filled with that dirty, I know it's gon pay off
I know it's gon pay off
I was just a youngin trying to get my racks, now I got my cake yeah
I was just a youngin trying to get my racks, now I got my cake yeah
Slums baby I was really locked in that cage
Birds gon fly, eagles gon sway
Designer steppin on luxury suede
Top of the building ain't getting no shade
Motherfuck who gon hate
I ain't gotta show face, just know that I'm paid and they know my name
Real in my blood, I came out the mud, I walked in the rain
Im a big stepper and I know my shooters gon rock out in heaven
Run that shit up til I'm six underground, I got money obsessions
I was hurt since a kid, so the shit that I face it don't really upset me
All the pain from the slum gon put you in that zone, have you thinking shit heavy
I get up and go get up, they wake up and lay up, there ain't no comparing
It's just me vs me, I went built my own league with the man in the mirror