Yeah
Tell Me, what I gotta do
Let me know when you feel me
cll I ever did
Was give you love like you family
Ya dig?
Oou oou oou oou
Ya dig
Oou oou oou oou yeah

I need
Money, wealth, more life
Belt, more ice
Plate, more rice (Jollof)
Now we eating all right (oou)
cin't enough Nigga run that shit
No debating I run this shit
Last time to come ride this dick
They don't care until you down in the grave
Sad story it's gon happen again
It's a cycle everybody asleep
How you rich but you meek as a sheep
Gang slide with Mercedes' and Jeeps
Not saying what they doing or did
In the booth make a hit or I quit
Talk funny turn your life to a skit
I'm an icon like my father is Smith Will
Ya dig, for real

Ya dig?
oou oou oou oou
Ya dig?
oou oou oou oou yeah

They say baby
Where the hell have you been, lately
I don't know who to trust, maybe
I've been paranoid for 3 months
I've seen my Brodie get robbed
The same week got mobbed
The plan B is never fail
The plan c the only option
So baby don't make me an option
If you do ima leave with no caution
Baby I'm bossy
Only here cause you wanted the best
Everyday I observe and reflect
cll this hating can never affect
Told the label to run me a check
I forgot I was signed to myself

Tell Me, what I gotta do
Let me know when you feel me
cll I ever did
Was give you love like you family
Ya dig?
Oou oou oou oou
Ya dig?
Oou oou oou oou yeah