Put on sleeves to cover my battle scars Never said it was gon' be easy
And we gon' ball for the long run All the way to another season
Tryna stack this shit up right now Have this shit tall for my kids
Tryna stack this shit like right now No more time for the pretend
Break them racks out just to spend BG my dawg, that boy love to spin
Swear I done seen the cross bout three times First my dawg and then my kin
And I promise ain't nobody in this booth with me
Just a .4'5", and lil' Shawn And these rap niggas ain't no shit
Matter fact, half these niggas my son Matter fact, dunk on a nigga LeBron
Lil' bitty ass nigga, but I'm worth a ton Everybody vouchin', I know I'm the one
I'ma shoot off quick, I came from nun
Tryna run these racks up to the ceiling These niggas shrimp, they ain't competition nigga havin juice but nothin like Bishop
Why you havin' money
You ain't tryna spend it, nigga, whats your ticket buy it
How you get it
Tryna cop a brick, then you gotta flip it Break out a couple bowls to remix it
Saw my uncle play with his nose in that kitchen That shit be f*ckin' his body up
Every time I see him, that shit hit different When you hit that block, better drop more
Than one F*ck around, drop two, nigga, you gotta finish
Swear this shit straight from the ground Nobody was with me, my pockets was empty
Every time I drop a hit, they don't post my shit
That's why I'm friendless Ran up these racks straight from the curb
These niggas broke, this trap shit endless
Yo, dawg, fold don't say a word Just get em dropped, that was his decision nigga ever try me f*ck who I'm with put his ass in a box tryna overkill him
Break them racks out just to spend BG my dawg, that boy love to spin
Swear I done seen the cross bout three times First my dawg and then my kin And I promise ain't nobody in this booth with me
Just a .45, a lil' Shawn And these rap niggas ain't no shit,
Matter fact, half these niggas my son Matter fact, dunk on a nigga LeBron
Lil' bitty ass nigga, but I'm worth a ton Everybody vouchin', I know I'm the one
I'ma shoot off quick, I came from nun
And that shit crazy, wanna see me fall
But I'm ballin' just like I'm Spaulding
Step back on a nigga like Harden
Get up close, knock off the target
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Put on sleeves to cover my battle scars Never said it was gon' be easy
And we gon' ball for the long run All the way to another season
Tryna stack this shit up right now Have this shit tall for my kids
Tryna stack this shit like right now No more time for the pretend
Break them racks out just to spend BG my dawg, that boy love to spin
Swear I done seen the cross bout three times First my dawg and then my kin
And I promise ain't nobody in this booth with me
Just a .4'5", and lil' Shawn And these rap niggas ain't no shit
Matter fact, half these niggas my son Matter fact, dunk on a nigga LeBron
Lil' bitty ass nigga, but I'm worth a ton Everybody vouchin', I know I'm the one
I'ma shoot off quick, I came from nun
Tryna run these racks up to the ceiling These niggas shrimp, they ain't competition nigga havin juice but nothin like Bishop
Why you havin' money
You ain't tryna spend it, nigga, whats your ticket buy it
How you get it
Tryna cop a brick, then you gotta flip it Break out a couple bowls to remix it
Saw my uncle play with his nose in that kitchen That shit be f*ckin' his body up
Every time I see him, that shit hit different When you hit that block, better drop more
Than one F*ck around, drop two, nigga, you gotta finish
Swear this shit straight from the ground Nobody was with me, my pockets was empty
Every time I drop a hit, they don't post my shit
That's why I'm friendless Ran up these racks straight from the curb
These niggas broke, this trap shit endless
Yo, dawg, fold don't say a word Just get em dropped, that was his decision nigga ever try me f*ck who I'm with put his ass in a box tryna overkill him
Break them racks out just to spend BG my dawg, that boy love to spin
Swear I done seen the cross bout three times First my dawg and then my kin And I promise ain't nobody in this booth with me
Just a .45, a lil' Shawn And these rap niggas ain't no shit,
Matter fact, half these niggas my son Matter fact, dunk on a nigga LeBron
Lil' bitty ass nigga, but I'm worth a ton Everybody vouchin', I know I'm the one
I'ma shoot off quick, I came from nun
And that shit crazy, wanna see me fall
But I'm ballin' just like I'm Spaulding
Step back on a nigga like Harden
Get up close, knock off the target
And we gon' ball for the long run All the way to another season
Tryna stack this shit up right now Have this shit tall for my kids
Tryna stack this shit like right now No more time for the pretend
Break them racks out just to spend BG my dawg, that boy love to spin
Swear I done seen the cross bout three times First my dawg and then my kin
And I promise ain't nobody in this booth with me
Just a .4'5", and lil' Shawn And these rap niggas ain't no shit
Matter fact, half these niggas my son Matter fact, dunk on a nigga LeBron
Lil' bitty ass nigga, but I'm worth a ton Everybody vouchin', I know I'm the one
I'ma shoot off quick, I came from nun
Tryna run these racks up to the ceiling These niggas shrimp, they ain't competition nigga havin juice but nothin like Bishop
Why you havin' money
You ain't tryna spend it, nigga, whats your ticket buy it
How you get it
Tryna cop a brick, then you gotta flip it Break out a couple bowls to remix it
Saw my uncle play with his nose in that kitchen That shit be f*ckin' his body up
Every time I see him, that shit hit different When you hit that block, better drop more
Than one F*ck around, drop two, nigga, you gotta finish
Swear this shit straight from the ground Nobody was with me, my pockets was empty
Every time I drop a hit, they don't post my shit
That's why I'm friendless Ran up these racks straight from the curb
These niggas broke, this trap shit endless
Yo, dawg, fold don't say a word Just get em dropped, that was his decision nigga ever try me f*ck who I'm with put his ass in a box tryna overkill him
Break them racks out just to spend BG my dawg, that boy love to spin
Swear I done seen the cross bout three times First my dawg and then my kin And I promise ain't nobody in this booth with me
Just a .45, a lil' Shawn And these rap niggas ain't no shit,
Matter fact, half these niggas my son Matter fact, dunk on a nigga LeBron
Lil' bitty ass nigga, but I'm worth a ton Everybody vouchin', I know I'm the one
I'ma shoot off quick, I came from nun
And that shit crazy, wanna see me fall
But I'm ballin' just like I'm Spaulding
Step back on a nigga like Harden
Get up close, knock off the target
Writer: Javian Malone
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid