Stadiums

[Intro]

I remember days, Im talking about days

Nigga I had two fans in the crowd, it was just two, you know what I'm saying

Maybe we was at the club or maybe we was at a bar

The transition is wonderful, ya know what I mean, fly nigga shit

[Chorus]

Uh stadiums, Now I rock stadiums

I remember days when them niggas tried to play me then

Now I move work through my lady friend, watch me pack a hundred squares in a Mercedes Benz

Uh stadiums, now I rock stadiums

Now they wanna front me I used to have to pay for them

On the side stage watch me wait for them

Duffle bag full of money going straight to him

[Verse 1]

Uh big dreams you gon need a big screen

I remember getting an 8 ball when I was 16

Use to bite my nails that's how I knew the work was clean

Four/fifths was in my jeans leave a nigga on the scene

Work left my face numb, might leave a nigga face numb

Little Vietnam was the first place I got that K from

Putting the pen to the pad with some shit I couldn't escape from

Death was the gate to escape what I ran away from

Whole lot of trials and tribulations I ain't faking

Did a lot of shit I did I'd be afraid to admit if I didn't make it

We all go through shit, let's face it, gotta take it

Might strip a nigga naked leave him in my partner's basement

For the check I show that, you might need a Kodak

For the picture I'm painting nigga you gon have to show that

And that's one hell of a reason I'll never go back

Keep two under the floor mat, I'm on your shit like lojack cuz now I'm

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Uh mister red carpet hopper, Balenciaga shopper

Moving work through Natasha, nigga I get it proper

Pussy you gon need a doctor, top shotta

All you here is blocka on your block, tie you up where your Prada

Way before me and white was copping work from sly

Nowadays I charge em high, put two in the ties

See all the hating I despise, I'm loyal look in my eyes

Cream of the crop now I had to bake the pies

Who woulda thought that I'd be rich and didn't die in traffic

Living through this madness draped in designer fashions

Forever stretching like elastics, flipping just like gymnastics

Bust em right up out the plastics, lights fantastic

Travel all around the atlas, shows at the Oracle

(?)Everybody pouring up

Whole lot of chains on, everybody glowing up

Whole lot of money piling, everybody going up

[Chorus]