| Boy, I'm shinning on these hoes | |
| Triple gold | |
| Daytons when | |
| I'm riding on these hoes | |
| Got that leather and wood | |
| You know how that story goes | |
| I'm always on my toes when | |
| I ain't pushing a wheel | |
| Tires screech and squeal as | |
| I bend it to the top | |
| All these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop | |
| I got a crown on my wrist and a crown on my top | |
| And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man | |
| Is this the game that | |
| I chose? Nobody gave me ish so it's nobody | |
| I owe I got that | |
| Lee-Roy glow | |
| Soul of an assassin and | |
| I'm trying to have me backed in | |
| Off up in that corner but | |
| I'm off up in this bitch | |
| Gold dangling all over | |
| This W tat sweater and it's double | |
| M G I ain't gonna be slept on forever | |
| Tell the Sandman to wake em up and help me count this cheddar | |
| Not enough hands on me | |
| Eyes on the sparrow and | |
| I'm laid up like a pharaoh | |
| Got a couple grand on me, | |
| I'm just living my life | |
| They said | |
| I would change, | |
| I'm just proving em right | |
| I was broke before, so | |
| I'll be broke some more | |
| Man, that don't sound right | |
| But what it sound like is a good year for me | |
| I used to look at the future and | |
| I couldn't bear to see | |
| Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree | |
| Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls | |
| Now I'm the big man to beat | |
| It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree | |
| When you start shaking that tree | |
| It's funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree | |
| Look at me [Hook:] | |
| My back is to the wind, and | |
| I just want to win | |
| But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing | |
| Looking at the sky, pray that | |
| I survive | |
| Self-made but | |
| I gave you nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing [Verse 2: Wale] | |
| Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me | |
| Blowing OG, | |
| I never socialize with police | |
| Glock 40, never had it - why | |
| I'm a need it? | |
| It'll be them niggas that's looking for it mama'll be grieving | |
| I ain't thugging - who the fuck is you mean-mugging? | |
| I seen the meanest and toughest niggas | |
| Speedy Gonzales | |
| Don't obsess over money, | |
| I'm just eager for comfort | |
| Don't obsess over fame, | |
| I just speak to the public | |
| Ain't reached my zenith, but all the people see that | |
| I'm buzzing | |
| Shout outs | |
| Seattle, but these rappers, they stealing my thunder | |
| Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died | |
| I see 'em all the time, but jealousy is sabotage | |
| Riding in another drop, ain't talking | |
| Enterprise | |
| They try to see me, get diabetes from humble pie | |
| Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win | |
| That's the difference 'tween me and them [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] | |
| I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana | |
| Thinking 'bout tomorrow, | |
| I don't want to be a martyr | |
| Stress that | |
| I be under, blame that on my baby momma | |
| Pills that | |
| I be popping, wonder will they take me under? | |
| Rush to Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama | |
| Success in my possession, had you murdered out of karma | |
| All these niggas snitching - witness perjury, | |
| Your Honor | |
| Handle my business, tuition for my kids' college | |
| Dope boy styling, | |
| DEA target | |
| One point seven for these | |
| VS's on my collar | |
| Born in the projects, now | |
| I'm known as the hottest | |
| Lay your whole label down, bitch | |
| I came for the dollars [Hook] |
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