[Intro]
(Wheezy Beats)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Grindin' and came up from nothin’
Police [?] steady duckin' (Ya)
Servin' these feigns got me clutchin’ (Ya)
Can make you a mill' off my hustlin' (Ya)
I couldn't make this up, it was destined
Flyin' these jets, we the Jetsons
Ain't nobody stoppin' yo' blessin’
Ain’t no n***a bein' yo’ yes man

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Pull up real fast like a freight train
Skrt off with some shit that'll maintain
You can't help a loss, it's just more pain
My auntie still sniffin’ that cocaine
I pray and just hope that she okay
Gucci brand on, I don't see no shade (No shade)
You still walk in and cop Dolce
You suckered up n***as get play
Kickin' this shit with the sensei (Sensеi)
Hit the strip club in the mid day (Mid day)
Trappin', I used to sеll mid weight
I capped and went up off a mixtape
I'm backin', correctin' my mistakes
You put your all in, you gon' get paid
I'm still tryna die, but I just can't
I'm thankful that I had a good day
I'm thankful that I had a good day
I'm thankful that I had a good day, yeah
[Chorus: Gunna]
Grindin' and came up from nothin'
Police [?] steady duckin' (Ya)
Servin' these feigns got me clutchin' (Ya)
Can make you a mill' off my hustlin' (Ya)
I couldn't make this up, it was destined
Flyin' these jets, we the Jetsons
Ain't nobody stoppin' yo' blessin'
Ain't no n***a bein' yo' yes man

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hey, [?] I need my [?]
I point you out and eat your flesh, yeah
Like the temptations, we the [?], oh yeah
Beat the case in my sleep, lady still wanna freak
I can't go back to the streets
I know everybody watchin' me
I'm gon' eat it up [?]
On the [?], twenty [?], I'm the man, Shawty Lo
Drop your pants at the do', yeah
I had it, I lost it, fasho, uh
These racks in my pocket gon' blow
Half a mill', I got the whole streets right
I'm ridin' with my millions, my guys
Take the top off and look in the sky
See the same thing as the roof on the Wraith
Oh, I switch out the whips, got the coupe in the [?]
Oh, I ran them M's, she back callin' me “[?]”
Oh, I'm smokin' some fruit that I got from your [?]
I hop out the coupe, [?], oh, oh
[Chorus: Gunna]
Grindin' and came up from nothin'
Police [?] steady duckin' (Ya)
Servin' these feigns got me clutchin' (Ya)
Can make you a mill' off my hustlin' (Ya)
I couldn't make this up, it was destined
Flyin' these jets, we the Jetsons
Ain't nobody stoppin' yo' blessin'
Ain't no n***a bein' yo' yes man