One take, on God
Get right
Ah, we live right now
Aye, what up, Mula
Real nigga
On SG
Aye, free note, I miss you, bitch, you hear me
On God
Check it
Just tell me what it ain't and what it is
The car on cruise control, I'm rollin' up a blunt knee on the steering wheel
You having motion, or you standin' still
Don't let nobody knock your hustle, you the one that gotta pay the bills
(That's real shit)
I'm stackin' paper, tryin' to buy a crib
One with the marble floors, high-ass ceilings
Go grab some steaks to grill
I'm really turnt, but out the way for real
Out on the grind most of the time, really don't feel like I was made to chill
Standin' on wax and I can't take it back
Can't even lie, whatever happen, make sure the safe get to Baby Raccs
I took some losses, but I made it back
From roaches to racks, I ain't never had shit how I'm supposed to act
Life of a youngin', we was really broke
Mama can't get us nothin' for Christmas when them taxes hit, we gettin' it though
Kinda fucked up, but shit, we livin' though
No need for questionin' about why we be hustlin' and kickin' doors
So many niggas doin' day for day
Tryin' to get rich, so when they get out, ain't no need to go and make a play
Seem like they wantin' me to lead the way
I pick you up whenever you down, but when I'm down, who gon' come save the day
This rappin' shit, I made you wanna do it
My baby boy about to be two and he already love his daddy music
I punish beats, my lyrics be the bruises
Been holdin' back, need Nike CEO to call and say, "just fuckin' do it"
Don't like to argue, I don't get into it
But like to eat, so if it's beef, pull up with forks and we can dig into it
They hate the kid, but I'm a big influence
I'm highly favored, one of one, the golden child, and ain't no one congruent