B Jet - 8am in Augusta Lyrics

Yeah
These niggas really funny to me man
I swear
Hate it when a nigga think he know me
Hate it when a nigga think he can call me his kin
If you know you know if not nigga you ain't my brother or twin
Ask God to cover my people you touch one of them Lord knows I'm gone sin
Lord knows I'm gone spin
Young Nigga too solid young nigga won't bend
I just been focused on money aint stuntin these niggas aint thinking bout twat
Catch me chillin with Ben Frank we high as a kite just rollin up pot
Posed to be killing these beats and making that cheese not locked up sleep on no cot
F*ck everybody doubted me I'm hoping that hell that place where you rot
Like Thugger we hot
You tryna be something you not
Why?
You selling ya soul
Nigga you signing your name on the dot
And Ion get it
(These niggas really crazy to me man)
Ion get it
(Always doing dumb ass shit selling they souls)
These niggas tripping
(Chasing that money)
Yeah
Aint wasting time tryna understand
For a couple dollars they'll sell they soul
I give my heart and I play my role
And I pray to God that I'm going gold
If I don't I'm comfortable knowing that I chose my destiny
I'll be damned if a white man ever gets to say what's best for me
Put it on my Grandma talking Libby P
Glock 40 my enemies
Play with me or you play with mine then I'll do the time down at Phinizy
Big blunts when I'm rolling weed
Cranberry in my Hennessey
Shawty P call me Denzel cuz King Kong ain't got shit on me
What's meant for me is meant for me
Stone cold thats the bottom line
Niggas comfortable with wasting time
Like a gopher ima go for mine
Feel like Christine I need mill-i-ons
This music hard and I'm selling dope
Made it out I'm giving hope
Way these niggas keep on coming back man you'd swear to God that I'm selling soap
Cook these rappers like some f*ckin yolk
Looking for me I'm with AD and I'm locked into that studio
Family who I do it for
Benefit is I'm making dough
You'd think that ion drink water cuz I was blessed with that golden flow and I'm gone