You wanna sign me, okay cool need a million for my advances
I work hard for everything I got no silver spoon had nobody to hand it
Mane this bitch bring up another nigga, I'm cuttin her off she done fucked her for a chances
I stay down and pray for this, grindin' hard I won't take it for granted
What you know about hittin' the road, P's all in your trunk, prayin' to God that you make it
What you know about gettin' evicted staying at TT house, QP's in her vases
These niggas hoes in the rap, they fakin', Movin' discreet I do the cave bakin
I had to wait on my time to shine, I couldn't get a job, I was breakin' in places
Ayy, ayy, ayy, lil' Gee, if that nigga move shoot him dead in his braces
How the fuck is Gambino racist, just got some slop from a bad Caucasian
How the fuck is Gambino racist, Geeked as a bitch my eyes are lookin' Asian
If she bad as fuck, and Ian heard bout the bitch you damn right, I might taste it
Play me like a lame, and try to take it, got this semi-tucked
Set a bitch on me, act like ian peep, get her cherry bust
All of y'all niggas some bustas, come from a hood where we known to be hustlas
I want a chain, baguette full of clusters exotic wood, it taste like gushers
I'm the nigga call the blitzes, I'm the one make em hop out and hit it
Ayy, cappin who down, I'll make my young nigga, put this switch to his fitted
Always knew I was gon' get some money young in a trap, watchin' my unc get it
In grade school, fresh as a bitch, used to pay me to clean off the dishes
If she ain't suckin' no dick or payin my bills tell the hoe get the fuck out my business
If she ain't suckin' no dick or fucking me good, why the hell would I give her my riches
Thats on God, he can kill me right now if I ever hated
Tryna double back on a made-man hoe see I'm poppin' now bitch should've waited
These bitches tried to count me out, why they think that I was down
Yellow tuss inside a jungle juice, I won't suck no crown
I ain't fightin' but toting these rounds, tec in my reach boy stay outta the bounds
Sliding 5 percent, ARP in my lap, 60 mag filled with Mr. Browns
See my man on God, I ain't gotta shoot, have lil brudda to walk him down
I'm the man wherever I'm at no side of the city, I can't come around
I'm a made nigga, money on books, I done saved niggas
All them shots them bitch ass niggas sent, no aim I ain't grazed nigga