They ain't think i do this shit
Took to much to prove this shit
Hop up on the track
And I go crazy like I'm ludacris
I hit if my shooters hit
Ruler length my ruger clip
5% my window tint
You won't know who hit your shit
You ain't got no Grind, and Grind pays
Mine pays, got me sitting sideways, my Live days, Friday's
Back when we would hold our fingers sideways, try in play
Looking back it felt like all 18 years was nine days
Mind games with these bitches
We can't love em nor save
I'm just hitting just to hit
It's starting to feel like horse play
Got some more dirt on my sneaks
Hustling in n out the week
Boy my talk never cheap
Stacking paper like a geek
I don't miss a single beat
Trigger finger on repeat
Boy my lady get so mad
Whenever my kids touch the sheets
So my kids on her cheek
All day, my hard days
My first time in the clouds
I could hear my heart rate
Listening to you I'd probably hit a hard place
I got world in my hands like it came with all state
Trials and tribulations on the route to gods place
I got that Hannah Montana, coke boy Scarface
If they got a problem then my niggas got them choppas
If they want that issue then my niggas got some options
Ain't no one I'd rather be
Treat me like your magesty
Boy I swear it's nun to burn a nigga like a calorie
Features up my salary
So I charge like a battery
F*ck you why you mad at me
I'm the man I had to be
I'm the man you had to beat
You still couldn't be as fly as me
These hoes tryna ride my wave
But you can't say good bye to me
You wasn't down to ride with me
You was tryna slide wit me
I keep two fingers on the gun
Let's see who tryna die in peace
Hold up
I think these rappers see my bases fully loaded
Legends looking back they see me getting closer
But I ain't trippin
Ima be there when I'm older
And more important, more important