Thousand Times

[Intro] I got 8 chains on, 6 rings on, feel like Jordan [Hook] I done fucked it up and made it back 1000 times Niggas hated on my struggle, I stayed on my grind Tried to block me, tried to stop me, you can’t stop my line Got to hustle off the muscle and take care of mine I done fucked it up and made it back 1000 times Niggas hated on my struggle, tryna stop my shine Got to hustle off the muscle and take care of mine I done fucked it up and made it back 1000 times [Verse 1 – Rich The Kid] I done fucked up a sack, had to make it back Had to hit a juug, hit licks in all black The struggle, the struggle, the struggle I got to go get it in bundles Ain’t nobody give me shit, bitch I had to juug I done ran up a sack, now my family good The haters see me on top, I’m grinding, they wish I would stop I’m tipping the strippers, the hundred, the fifty, the twenties I get to the money The kitchen, I’m cooking and whipping and flipping The bricks I serve in a dummy Our money Gianni Versace, the Gucci, the Louis, the Fendi I’m trapping and eating at Bennys You broke, you eating at Wendys I done fucked my [?] up like 1000 times If it ain’t guala than please don’t waste my time Trapping, it turned into rapping I don’t even know how it happened Vacations across the world I’m cooling, I’m chilling, relaxing [Hook] [Verse 2 – Rockie Fresh] I perfected my hustle, all you rappers in trouble My first bed was a single, the money under it double Yeah I came from the rubble, now I’m a diamond the rock And your bitch want a shot, we know her nigga gon block Just to get to where I’m getting, nigga take a second Cold shit dropping and they say I got the lake effect Hot boy, but every time I hit em I can make em wet They say he getting money, well little homie place a bet See I done fucked it up and made it back 100 times A new watch, a new whip, homie you can see the signs And if you can’t see that, then you’re probably blind Nigga say he get it like me, then he probably lying [Hook] [Verse 3 – Stalley] I ain’t never been worried bout no dollar, nigga Cause getting what I want ain’t never been no problem, nigga I got watches, I got chains, I got coupes and trucks Revolvers, automatics, when we shoot em, duck I’m from the ghetto where they smoke, snort, and shooting up And for them robbings choosing [?] niggas boosting stuff If it’s a [?] my BGs booting up, rolling up Heavy skunk, cop a brick, shave it down till the corner cut Make 40, then burn it up Off of that one night of turning up I done made it back a million times, a million times Off a million grinds Now my Cuban bracelet got a million diamonds And a hater blocking, tryna stop this shining gon get this iron [Hook]