[Intro]
Aha, aha, JB
Welcome home Dollar, ah, ah

[Verse]
Up with the birds, up before the hustlers
Planning aggravated robberies with the mandem
What school? I was planning escape routes
At nighttime, got a few side jobs from the elders
Place the getaway cars, throw the Spanish riders
I was planning to make it to the top with a crowbar and gloves
Back then, music was just a hobby
That was my life before I became celebrity
On the side back then, I was throwing bags
Instead of sitting around, waiting for a new iPhone shipment
I was thinking three times in a row, Jürgen Klopp
At sixteen, I'd seen more apples than Steve Jobs
Had dreams of economic independence
The only question was, "How am I going to make it?"
Some were born with it, some others struck the lotto
But I picked up the crowbar, started hunting for the jackpot
Mindset set on getting the paper
Tensing in my stomach when I know what will happen
The feeling before a robbery is hard to describe
Your body goes numb when it's time to make the move
Seconds feel like minutes, minutes feels like hours
All I can focus on is grabbing everything that shines
Well planned roads, Spanish riders thrown
Calculated by my eye measurements, how much I just grabbed
My intention isn't to hurt anyone
But my brain's at high speed, so just think again
Always careful, I want to make it home too
Count the stash and split it in five
My apologies to those that've been affected
The dream I've chased and the people who got fucked
But once a criminal, always a criminal
When people ask me, I answer "I'm highway to hell"
[Outro]
JB, MadeN***aMusic, biatch
2021, free Yasin, free all my brothers, shoutout Benzema, ah