Evolved

I came from the mud, had to learn how to count it

Niggas was flashy, I studied the balance

Trapstar with sense, I was hustlin’ knowledge

Turned street credit to corporate deposits

Had to fall back, let the numbers speak

They flex for the net, I flex for the week

Money move quiet, my name ring loud

Same block, new crib, still wave at the crowd

I don’t buy hype, I buy into equity

Bought me some sleep, that’s real luxury

Niggas get paid then they panic and splurge

I get paid and I tighten the purge

Ain’t nothin’ sweet, I invest in the bitter

Bought me some time, cut off all the babysitters

Every move strategic, chess not checkers

They movin’ emotional, I’m movin’ with metrics

Had to clean up the cash before they could tax it

LLC first, then I went got the plastic

Credit so strong I could bench press limits

Bank call my phone, say they need my signature finished

I came from the mud, had to learn how to count it

Niggas was flashy, I studied the balance

Trapstar with sense, I was hustlin’ knowledge

Turned street credit to corporate deposits

Had to fall back, let the numbers speak

They flex for the net, I flex for the week

Money move quiet, my name ring loud

Same block, new crib, still wave at the crowd

I seen niggas win then go right back broke

Same habits, new money, that’s a dead-end road

I doubled my discipline, tripled my pace

Now the money chase me, I don’t gotta race

Trapstar evolved, I don’t live in the past

I remember nights I was sleepin’ in drafts

Now my closet look like a showroom floor

But I still read contracts before I sign doors

I don’t argue with broke, that’s a waste of breath

I let success do the talk, let it flex itself

Every loss was a class, I paid full tuition

Now my wins got commas and long definitions

Niggas talk motion, I show receipts

Passive income help me rest my feet

Still grind daily ‘cause comfort a trap

If you stop bein’ hungry, you might not adapt

I don’t post every win, that’s strategy too

Everybody don’t need to know what you do

From the block to the books to the business plan

I ain’t lucky, I’m sharp, you should understand

I came from the mud, had to learn how to count it

Niggas was flashy, I studied the balance

Trapstar with sense, I was hustlin’ knowledge

Turned street credit to corporate deposits

Had to fall back, let the numbers speak

They flex for the net, I flex for the week

Money move quiet, my name ring loud

Same block, new crib, still wave at the crowd