Leave It Up To Me

Leave it up to you, a nigga prolly be broke I wouldn't have no motherfuckin' Wocky to pour I wouldn't own a GS and a mini condo I had to switch my hustle up 'cause rappin' pay more Advancement into streamin' like I had five hoes 'Cause the stress, it was eatin' me alive, no doubt Turned out fucked up and nearly burned down my house Started sellin' weaves and that's with Freeway Rick It felt good makin' a hundred K all legit It felt good when I told the homies no more licks Gotta watch my back, put my ho on the strip Road trip after trip, I'm like, "One more brick" But fuck that, I done really changed my life for the better Balenciaga jacket, no more Polo sweater Ain't seen a winter in years like I travel for pleasure It's Worthy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Uh, numbers, math Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy White tee smellin' like coke fumes from the kitchen (yeah) Hit the road in the rain, help me blend in in it (blend in in it) No pain, no gain, so we took them risks (took them) I'm paranoid when I stay at the crib I'm out the way with a bitch Palms itchin' (yeah), mind racin' (yeah) Dope dealin' (yeah), niggas tellin' (oh) Pillowcase hold the shells from the MAC 11 (MAC 11) Way before this rap shit, we was livin' reckless Art pieces on my walls, sentimental value I've invested in myself, took a lot of chances Store fronts in the city, movin' calculated Twenty-four karat gold in a hidden safe But we just gettin' started, we need more ways Still dealin' with some shit, can't really explain And when my time come, they gon' label me great Livin' life fast, but makin' a way It's June Uh, uh, numbers Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Math, check me out Numbers, yeah