8 Months In

I was eight months in
I made my first dime
Y'all knew I was going to be the one
It's a young nigga
Damn, Slim go too crazy

I was 8 months in when I made my first dime
I knew I would make a hunnit
But it just gone take some time
Bro watched me do this shit, he'll tell you I ain't lying
I ain't have no handout, got it all off the grind
Countin' up a quarter ticket, nigga damn near start crying
I was knee deep in the streets, before I ever made a rhyme
Man a hunnit just came, they landed on time

Could've chose to go and play sports, I chose to do a crime
Nigga I chose to play the streets, young nigga, gettin' off that pack
Keep the business good, then you know they comin' back
Dirty money in my pocket, that's why they both fat
You was scared to take a risk, that's why they both flat
I was dead broke up in that trap, I can't go back
Bro called my phone from the pen on a low jack
Tryna give him all the game I got so he won't go back
You can make it in this shit and get no flex

And some dead friends everybody say they love you but be scared to spin
Put some money on this head, I got some bread to spend
You laughed at me, fucked up, quit calling me your friend
Look how them tables turn I ain't ask you for a dollar, so my ticket firm
I'm the one who got up on that road, I had to wait my turn
My daddy real deal pimping used to wear a perm
But I'm a trap star signed a major deal, look at me now I'm a rap star
Going state to state, know I'm from that Triple D, look at my license plate
I was just damn near flat, now everybody straight
I was 8 months in when I made my first dime

I knew I would make a hunnit
But it just gone take some time
Bro watched me do this shit, he'll tell you I ain't lying
I ain't have no handout, got it all off the grind
Countin' up a quarter ticket, nigga damn near start crying
I was knee deep in the streets, before I ever made a rhyme
Man a hunnit just came, they landed on time
Could've chose to go and play sports, I chose to do a crime