Finish Line

[Verse] Under dog is cool, I’m used to being overlooked Look at me now I’m filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush Look bitch I’m ballin, ballin’ Chasin’ K’s like Reggie Bush My haters hatin’ don’t know how inside the Bentley look Five in the mornin’ recording You think I slept all day But I really ain't slept at all I got bills that’s due, need checks today Southside don’t play Play around if you want, be another black body dumped Duck down when you hear the sound They got peace out here, but not the kind you want Nigga R.I.P, march throught the club with no I.D Make sure they put the pretty bitches round me Tables of Bub’ and it’s all on me Hoes show love in the V.I.P Think about bread when you think about P What I done did and how I OD Chick ain't a muthaf-cking thing here free Touch nothing you see I ex’ing off the hoes quick as they come Drinkin' heavy rollin’ up like I got an extra lung Singin' Bentley, sippin’ harley pardon what I’ve become Leakin’ bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum These niggas ain't never did shit for me when I was starvin’ son Just me against them, you remember that? Thought you’d be glad, but you plottin' on when I’m endin' at I don’t see no kind of friend in that Fuck 'em all, go spend a stack Yapping like a bitch don’t get more friend than that This that no pretending rap Y’all know how my engine at Nine in front two ten’s in back Running with that stack in his back One in yo ad I know I’m watched by an angel Still feel her hugs and her kisses On the phone with my grandma Don’t give a fuck bout these bitches Dont give a fuck bout they trophies Or anything that they might owe me I do this for you (you, you) The only ones that really know me Only ones that ain't disown me I remember everything they said Said I was dead, deaded all that Sledgehammer right on your head Live for the now, soo-woo to gone Sucka niggas left red No time for waiting rather get mine instead [Hook] I gettin’ money on a dime Girl it’s my time Go get that Love shit out your mind You living blind Can’t go for that will fall behind I’m on the grind Im hittin ‘em two at a time Why would I decline See you at the finish line Line, line, line, line, line, line (x4)