[Verse 1]
I'm pitchin' game underhand
From a city where ****** hate everything they don't understand
In a city where ******* date anything that they, uh, uh
Soon as they get a chance, he go ****** 'round with a friend
That's life, look, but this the way that we do
Screaming, "Who wanna see me?" 'Cause, honestly, I can't see you
Start off knocking your dreams and ironically wanna be you
Most of these people see-through, that ain't the type of stuff we do, oh, man
I wouldn't have it any other way, ayy
Just ran into this stallion just the other day
She told me that she like my music, I said, "Thank you"
And I told her that I like her booty, can't take it
She started laughing, so I know-
[Interlude]
Ayy, God, ayy, look, look
[Verse 2]
They say that I work with the devil 'cause I got a vision more clever than ever
Not up for discussion, I'm obviously better, embracing percussion, that's part of the schedule
Movin' the brother while I'm barely scratching the surface
My destiny written, my life has a purpose
They respect and check for me, be 'cause I'm worth it
Expectin' the greatest, would think it won't hurt me, hold up
[Verse 3]
Feeling like a god when I walk in the building
I don't give a fuck 'bout who feel me
I really don't care who ahead of me
Y'all just trying to be local celebrities
Switching lanes with the thing, keep it next to me
Shit I rob, I'ma serve 'em
My foot on the gas and I'm swervin'
I be pulling out fast like a virgin
Y'all niggas boring, I can't relate
Cashed out on the forum with paper plates
Walked out with the title like Golden State
It feel like I just won the finals
And I put that shit on the bible
Please excuse my language, but I cannot tame it
I knew how to **** back when I was a baby
My mama was workin', my uncles done raise me
I know that it's crazy
Yeah, that's my freak *****, you call her your lady
I'm in the sheets laying down with your lady
She rub on my chest and tell me I'm her favorite
To all of the niggas who play with me
Don't ever think I'ma forget about it
I keep a pistol on stage with me
You clutchin', we gon' hit up anybody
The second that one of these rappers try me
I'ma send a shooter, let him catch a body
Hit the funeral like nothing happened
Just to double-back to come and **** yo' thotty
Carter keep telling me, "Lil' bro, chill, you was made for this shit, bro, you work for a mil'"
My cousin denied on his first appeal
Lot of ****** snitchin', acting like they real, rant
Okay, wouldn't have it any other way
Just ran into this stallion just the other day
She told me that she like my music, okay, let's go back to that
I told her that I like her booty, can't take it
She started laughing, so I know she choosy
Ayy, look, I told her we should go and catch a movie
Maybe go and eat some sushi
Chicken, shrimp, and steak hibachi
[Verse 4]
Let's put it out there, off the muscle
I don't wanna be your friend and I don't trust you
One thing I hate about a sucker
They always end up gettin' offended by my hustle
And I put it out on the line every time I came straight out the struggle
I've been through the rain and the pain and the mud
And I brushed off my shoulders like that shit ain't nothin'
I'm poppin', so I'm the topic of discussion
I hit the game so hard, it got a concussion
Never had time to play video games 'cause I'm too busy chasing the money
I just hooked up with a lil' freak, she told me that she love me, I know she don't love me
And I'm still screamin', "Fuck the police, the P.O., and the judge," until they free my cousin
I stayed down and stayed in my lane and I soaked up the game and gave it to my brother
And now he givin' game back to me, that's the way it should be, now let's go get the money
And I just caught a package from Cali, I wrote that shit down and front it to my cousin
I'm not leavin' without that .45, if you run up on me, I'm guaranteed to burn you
Let's put it out there, off the muscle
I don't wanna be your friend and I don't trust you
One thing I hate about a sucker
They always end up offended by my hustle
I just got off the phone with my mama, my nieces, I told 'em I love 'em
And I'ma keep rappin' and I'ma keep trappin' and I'ma keep rappin' 'til a ***** bubblin'
These niggas talkin' 'bout it, ain't gon' do nothin', but I'm the opposite, I say it, I've done it
Probably laid up in the condo with my feet up on the table eating steak and nuggets
And please do not hand me your mixtape, I don't wanna hear it, your shit is not bumpin'
Got her legs on my shoulders, I'm swimmin' and givin' it to her, she say she cummin'
Got a swag that ain't nobody got, and these ******, they hate it, but *******, they love it
And I don't wanna hear that's your *****, 'cause she wasn't your girl when I gave her my number
A lil' word of advice, better keep her off my Instagram if you think that you love her
'Cause I do not have nothin' to hide, I don't keep it on private, I keep on public
[Verse 5]
I gotta skip outta town
Call her phone, she come over, put that **** in her mouth
She got that Tylenol PM, soon as I hit it, I'm out
She stood me up against the wall and made me sit on the couch
And she be starin' at a ***** while I'm sleep, she say I'm pretty
Got one hundred ******* in my phone and all them hoes I did it
I be in and out of town, from state to state to handle business
Soon as I get at home, get away from the road, ayy, hold on, okay
[Verse 6]
Look, go 'head and ask around my city, I'm a king
Feel like I'm 'Melo when ballin' without a ring
Ain't hard to see I'm a star and I obviously got a team
I rip this ***** down the rod and it probably do anything
Ayy, now I'm off on the gas, I need to pass that
Got a pretty yellow ***** on my Snapchat
Tryna get into the crib, throw that *** back
I almost shot a *****, damn, I had a flashback
Ayy, you can catch me at the airport, I'm in and out the city, everybody know I'm ballin'
Got three cellphones, all of 'em ringin'
Hard to keep 'em charged 'cause everybody keep on callin'
Tried to tell her, "I don't usually do these type of drugs"
I had to tell her, "I don't usually get this type of love"
She ain't let a man up in her pants in a minute, but tonight, she let me hit it
On the Xans and the Henny, the Xans and the Henny
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