All I got left, young blood

I don't need no money

Do it for me, man, the rest of your life

My son too young to know that he a prince

I'm so grateful I had him when I was rich

Growing up, having nothing was a b***h

I'll tell him 'bout it though, he ain't gon' have to experience

The scattered mind gave Priest his last scholarship

They wanted him to lay it all on the line again

But love made him do it, gloves on when they moved it

They ain't want they fingerprints sticking to it

Quarter link mink in the passenger seat of my homie Buick

I got a call about a bag and he gon' bring me to it

Record label offices, I been through 'em

They give you a million, then they treat you like a second class citizen

I'm here to tell you you could be as big as them

Or even bigger than, just cut out the middleman

It take hearts, it take smarts

It take a boss to learn from taking a loss

It takes heart, it takes smarts

It take a boss to learn from taking a loss

It takes heart, it takes smarts

It take a boss to learn from taking a loss

Uh, I keep 'em stashed around the city

Middle of the night, I got a bad thing ridin' with me

Or maybe two, they ain't tripping

I'll never let a p***y n***a trick me out of my position

A lot of lives is riding on my existence

I get high and plot on how to keep gettin' it

A lot of niggas 'round you not really your niggas

Like they allergic to doing credible business

It's a sickness, no kidding

That's a Bentley, no ceilings

That's a friendly, don't steal 'em

I put rims on both Benzes, neither one of 'em driven

In the studio, too busy, damn

It takes heart, it takes smarts

It takes a boss to learn from taking a loss

It takes heart, it takes smarts

It take a boss to learn from taking a loss

It takes heart