Nothing To Something

A pro in the kitchen they call me a chemist Had a few grand but it felt like a million The tables still turning that shit got me dizzy I know how it goes: stack it, flip it, then spend it Stacking that doe stretch it out like pilates Deep in that pussy she calling me papi So close to the edge hope nobody don't try me Stunt on them niggas like [?] Was raised by killers and I'm making a killing Been losing so much it feel good to be winning Been sinning so much I hope God forgive me Been going so hard from start to finish Been killing the game the Lord is my witness Been stacking that money up, even my pennies Fuck a bitch nigga and fuck them critics Word to my hood I'm the king of my city [Hook] x2 I started with nothing and turned it to something Hate all you want but you can't knock my hustle Them bitches they coming a dime a dozen Ball on them niggas like [?] Russell I traded my scale for a hard drive I was taught to never ball block If we all grind then we all shine Chasing that doe til my heart stop I'm on a full time grind, no part time And I don't want half I want all mine I turned my block into a cash cow Trapped all night then I cashed out Been losing my mind, they told me I'm illin Been chasing that money I had to go get it They calling my phone I tell them I'm busy No love for them bitches who slept on a nigga Counting that money like nigga we made it Repping good sense but a nigga still crazy Fuck a bitch nigga and fuck them critics Word to my hood I'm the king of my city [Hook x2] I'm on a full time grind, no part time And I don't want half I want all mine I turned my block into a cash cow Trapped all night then I cashed out