Why? Why you gotta hurt me all the time? Why you gotta do me like that? Won’t you recognize that I’m the man? Oh oh oh why? 2x Verse 1: No time to die I’m on my James Bond shit No plans for the night about to ride to the wheels False crime I commit Lost times on my wrist Back track what I did Sacrifices that I made Most times I can’t relate Fast money on the way Tryna eat and have my cake Had to break from the chains Ain’t tryna be a slave Nor the man in a cage Put my name in the hall of fame Spread the word through the ages go back to the lineage Chorus: I don spit bars they gon hay me I don did that they gon hear me I’ve been running to this money I be Hussian bolt I don’t run for free Freddy crugger of a nigga no hands free Got my mind on my grind and the hustling