Legacy

Black on black everything, hoppin' out the M4

I know you want in, I'm more concerned about your MO

Ain't too many ten toes, you say that you my kinfolk

You say you solid but if they bribing how much would you bend for?

I been thorough since the get go

Bust a rhyme like flipmode, they watching me for inspo

If you ever been poor you know you can't stop gotta get more

They said that I would never prosper, I guess I ain't get the memo

Yeah, you know the fly shit I been on

Get my spin on then get it jumpin' like I'm Saquon

Stiff arm to these haters like the Heisman, I don't dеspise 'em

But I just know that I always been moving wiser

Don't stay bеside 'em they just a reminder

Not to lose focus but keep the vision wider

Get that hate up out your heart, keep that envy out your eyes

If you can't even see the truth how could you recognize a lie, tell me that nigga

My ear to the streets but my head up to the sky

My hand grippin' her thighs but my eyes still on the the prize

Prayers up to God, keep the money on my mind

If you ain't got none I mean, do you even try

Who would've thought it, RIP to the lost ones

Dearly departed, thank you for what you taught us

What's the point of having drive if you ain't got the keys?

When it's all said and done, what kind of legacy you gon' leave?

Look, black on black, pockets fat, hoppin' out the 7 strapped

Walk up to the club, don't pat me down they just pat my back

All my niggas got chains on and we thick as fuck

Out of dress code but rush the door 'cause we don't give a fuck

Standin' on the couches, poppin' bottles smokin' weed

When you see them hoes flockin' then that's how you know it's me

I got power in these streets, big Boss boxer briefs

A gang of dead P-R-E-Z's in these expensive ass jeans

Yeah, and I'm a beast off in them sheets

So if I pull them I'm gon' squeeze, as soon as I come then I'm gon' leave

Soon as I'm done then I'm gon' be

Back on my grind, back on these beats, 'cause I could

Never be a nigga that had it, lost it, and end up back in these streets

Nah uh, so it's all money in 'til I'm RIP

And in my city nigga I am He, and we are the O-N-E's

We bang hard like the drums on the beat

Nip Hussle, ayy let's go, keep your ear to the street nigga

I keep my ear to the streets but my head up to the sky

My hand grippin' her thighs but my eyes still on the the prize

Prayers up to God, keep the money on my mind

If you ain't got none I mean, do you even try?

Who would've thought it, RIP to the lost ones

Dearly departed, thank you for what you taught us

What's the point of having drive if you ain't got the keys?

When it's all said and done, what kind of legacy you gon' leave?

Not gon' lie

I never knew you but I know you always been a real one

When I saw you that day at Roscoe's on Pico and La Brea

I would've never thought you'd be gone less than 2 weeks later my nigga

Had me asking myself, what kind of legacy you gon' leave?

What you gonna leave for yours?

You gon' boss up or what?

Yeah, got to