Rags To Riches

I ain’t got no time to gloat

Ya Talk is cheap I’m in my zone

Ya I got my shit on airplane mode

Don’t sleep unless that bankroll flow

Cookin up whippin then dippin and stackin my business

Like rags to riches

You know I’m the illest

You know I be killin

You know I’ll be stackin my muh fuckin millions

Cause imma ball hard like the number 1 prospect

Body bags around bitch put em in a coffin

It was back in 15

I was working 8-5

Got my head up in my ass

Little Jay just had no drive

Lived that mediocre life and bitch I’m never going back

I’ll be my own boss till I die and Muhh fucka that’s a fact

Cause I gotta little thing called discipline

Started from the bottom now really I’m in it man

I ain’t on top but I am damn near close

I’m the players who’s clutch not the player who chokes

But I want the smoke, gonna get that smoke

And I ain’t gonna stop till I’m selling out shows

Bitch I’m in the game and I count forfeit

Give me 3 months and I’m droppin 30 more hits

I remember when my pops used to tell me find your purpose

Now I’m the hottest new rapper named WESTPHAL AT YOUR SERVICE

Fuck it up boi like dudes in the backstreet

Body tatted up lookin fresh in a black t

So much drive man I gotta get a taxi

Do it for the fam on god I’ll get a Grammy

Now im up in 25

Boppin down rodeo drive

Got the Gucci in the bag

And the money on my mind

I just built another crib

Not for scar I mean to live

Bought the land plus the bands

And the fans life is grand

10,000 hours still counting

I’m paying my dues

Never walk in my shoes

I’m a bad muthafucka

So I really can’t lose

Yea I got a few screws missing but I ain’t missin no cash

I can get the money fast

I can get the money slow

I can get the money whichever way the money go

Coach put me in

It’s the mamba in me

I’m the showtime mvp