I don't need no fuckin' rest if I'm gonna end up dead without a few thousand
I told Paz I'd do my best, push this weight up out my chest, just a few thousand
I'm etching paint into the stone so I don't gotta feel a thing
Get it out on A4, lines burnin' in the ink
If you don't see me as a threat, I'm bout to step up on your scene
And walk my dogs on your carpet, leave a dookie on your seat
Hard drives full of gold that you ain't never gon' see
I'ma die with my data like the oil on the beach
I'm a West Coast nigga, East Coast where I be
Mama kept me in the school so I could get my damn degree
Retire young, stay rich, wealthy, fat, blessed and free
I don't out-cook niggas, I don't smart niggas
Everything up in my dome is just too hard for niggas
This a breakup in the cycle, I take heed of that
You got lots up on the block, so get a beam for that
Bloodshed on the block, there ain't no need for that
Get these wrinkles out my shirt
I'm fuckin' steamin' that
Suit doublin' on the pot, you know I'm eatin' that
Mmm, I don't need no fuckin' rest
If I'm gonna end up dead without a few thousand
I go past, I do my best, pushes weight up on my chest
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
All I need is food and the fridgin' money every day
This ain't nothin' new, since away we lost
Like every day
I was switchin' schools, reminiscin' on them golden days
Now me and my bro gotta go, we gon' get that pay
Don't make me play catch up, I'ma catch up to your fuckin' pace
I done kept my soul clean, far from the dirt and pain
You movin' too slow for a spinner, get out of my way
Lookin' at the castle in the sky, comin' for your place
I've been movin' my five, racin' wrecks
I've been feelin' good, just paid all my debts
Got a taste of freedom, I'm like, what is next?
Money on my mind, stock is just a bet
Double up, I triple up, I'm movin' with investments
Layin' niggas on the park, I'ma pay my debts

Party, you ain't on my guest list
I don't even know your face, nigga, get up off, dick
Tired of the old, no, I don't need *
I don't need no fuckin' rest if I'm gonna end up dead without a few thousand
I go past, I do my best, pushes weight up on my chest
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand
Just a few thousand