[Intro]
It feel good
Turn me up in the speakers
And watch a player from the bleachers
[Verse 1 NtG]
b**hes be so amazed by how I do this
I got to lock on the target before I shoot it
I prolly f** her depending on what the mood is
Im fundumental with this sh** trying to get recruited
Im monumental had dreams of pushing a Continental
You can tell when a n***a got it cause money resembles
And i keep the trap pumping like your temple
This sh** ain't easy I just make it look simple
And yeah you winning but I'm on that a** like dimples
Putting in doubles in the Yo to make triple
And my b**hes was dimes when I didn't have a nickel
Defeating my n***a your chances are very little
n***a be searching my lyrics trying to figure me out
These rappers live in the game we in and out
Hit a quick lick and vanish just to spend it with my people
Hustle like a drug dealer but the hustle legal
Even if the money adds the same we ain't equal
I want crib like the Saint Louis Cathedral
Money talk to broke n***as might sound Hebrew
But if you want to live large you got to speak fool
These others rappers are decitful
Hit the bank hard but account still at ease though
Didn't want me when I wasn't on my feet hoe
This sh** easier than a free throw
Invest in my n***as and watch the team blow
n***a think they going threw it I then seen more
I keep my eyes wide open like the p**y is
n***as trying to be like us but don't know what we is
About to make my lavel bigger than this country is
Dropping album after album like a clumsy b**h
The more that they hate on the better
[Hook]
Coming up from the bottom to stay on forever
Huh I say the more that they hate on the better
Coming up from the bottom to stay on forever
[Verse 2 NtG]
Season kicking off I run it back like Devin Hester
Mastering this music I huslte a whole Semester
Get my palms read to make chances for the better
Word to my n***a Soop he told me never let up
Big headed n***a but I always held my head up
Ask your b**h who she f**ing with I bet she said us
Eating every meal but I manage to put the bread up
The odds are impossible but that sh** scare us
No sleep b**h your grind better be relentless
Rappers die down most artists are endless
Im the greatest n***a period now that's a sentence
Rap game land lord the rest of yall tenants
If we winning in the race at least we in it
Whats the point of making cake if you scared to spend it
We independent n***a nobody get a percentage
Paper Gang Ent we gave you boys the business
We independent n***a nobody get a percentage
Ha, yeah f** with us