You can
See me swerving
In my own lane
People hate on me
But
That's from long range
Gassing up the block
I push that propane
You ain't know
I came from nothing
I can not be tame
Keep that maba
In my heart
Kobe mind frame
380 At you brain
Make yo mind change
Trey five
In the blunt
Gone
Make mind to mind fade
I like chasing money
Yeah
My mind made
Can't bless you
Out my pot
If
You don't think the same
Bitch
You
Ain't got control
This not a game
I been jugging and finessing
We not built the same
3rd time
On yo block
Yeah
I just pulled a train
Yo
Girl gone
Fw three
Say she gone
F*ck the gang
I do this for the money
I don't
Want fame
I take
Like three shots
And
I don't have to aim
Balling I been balling
They don't understand
F*ck a hater
They
Don't never wanna
See you win
For give me
Lord everytime
That I sin
I just wanna run up
Stack up all my bandz