Wall Street

[Intro]
Damn, aye, aye, yuh

[Verse]
Tell me why they really tryna hate up on the gang?
Tell me they don't wanna see us when I’m winning, mane
They just wanna see a brother put up in the grave
So the others in the cut can try to make another way
I'm astonished, they really wanna see the brother plummet
And everybody wishing for that brother just to fall down
Even in that city, rather if or not a small town
Full of other artists tryna make it on their own now
It's getting harder for the brother just to come up
And show the pеople everything thеre is about the squad (Gang)
I’m tryna represent, the brother has a bit of energy
To show these people here how we came from level one (Yeah)
Era of the king, the one truth
And I'm with a little tendency to get up on this grind
I promise onto God that ain't nobody really stopping him
I'm getting to this rhythm with the money on his mind, uh