This rap Shit Like a Job In The Yo it Ain't No Days Off
Golden Child Inside The Hood
They know I ain't gone let 'em Down
I wont ever trust a slutty hoe cause she a pass around
Remember I was Running wild Hiding guns at momma House
We got kicked out So many Times got tired of moving out
Everytime a play come through my phone I gotta call mike
Cause he Was right there with me In the Hood Trynna get right
Now When we On Tour its tempur pedics
I'm Loving this Life
I was In the Hood No were I go
I had to I hit the yo
I don't got no trust up in My heart Drive to slow imma blow
Ain gone never catch me slipping At a show Cause I get ghost
Somebody Tell Feds I don't sell weed cause im a Superstar
They use to crack jokes About
Me Rapping I still made it far
Hellcat trackhawks and Demons i can switch the cars
I don't smoke no cigarettes But you can get the smoke
I didn't have none else but else hope
Me and Siblings sharing clothes
Now I got my own 1700 For The Moncker Coat
I copped it for it even came out I bet you didn't know
I swear that I been having this sauce since I Was 4 years old
Million dollars And A lot of Bros When I go on the road
Finally put my hood On The Map I got the cheat code
Spilt some Wock on my new Amiris Got me Super blowed
I Can Stamp I made it out my hood the World Watching my posts
A Bitch Cant Ever Set Me Up Cause she Will never Get my Lo
If you want The Za Come To The Drop and Tap In With my folks
I Done gave My bros A couple Bows And Tell Em And Told em get em gone
We Was deep staying In my house And that's Why Made us Close
Walking through airports Taking pictures they call me the goat
I'm still in my bag but I got
Money I would never show
Mama raised a lot of things But she Ain't Never Raise a Hoe
I Just made some songs And Got some Promo That's the Way I blowed