Wake up in the morning tryna be something
I wake up the next day with bad bitches on me
Champagne in a glass, I don't even stress
I told you my real nigga that my God ain't resting

The system cries when we get ahead in life, nigga
When we pull up in a lambo counting all the young skrilla
Look at the watch, look at the belt, them fools be mad as hell
I'm feeling so better, the money ain't hassle
The bank try to be my pal
I said no thanks, that bag is my bank
I don't pay no fees you know well
Instead of tryna hold anyone back
I'm on my way to the booth
I'm feeling so better, the problem don't matter
So look at my joy that's the proof

I'm a blessed nigga
Doing what I love
They won't pull me over

I'm getting lit, I'm getting ready
I'm getting lit, I'm getting ready, I'm getting lit
I just wanna say what I really am thinking hey

I'm glad for being here, I'll say
Doing nothing that these fucking people are saying
So bark loud little man 'cause I don't hear you
Tryna knock me out the sky but I'm too high for you
It's funny that some peeps don't wanna you winning
But when you make it, they the first to say they all believed it
Okay, I don't want bad energy
I want good energy, peeps who have loyalty
I just want you outta my way
You will probably not be here if all this money fades away
I want no leeches in my life, I don't want no shit
I'm just ready for the changes, I'm getting lit

I'm a blessed nigga
Doing what I love
They won't pull me over