[Verse 1: ]
Bottom all the way to the top
And it seems like a struggle but I had to get out, no doubt
Bout my paper so I had to mash, 150 on my dash
So you know I'm rolling fast, all about my cash
Ain't no time to play, put it in perspective
Time for ho checking, b**h made n***a wrecking
What, uh, with that talking down sh**
But don't know sh**, but all up on my dick?
Miss me with that sideways sh**, I'm on a mission
Pay attention, watch the news, got my shoes, pay your own dues
And pick your own fools to ride wit, get high wit
That do or die sh**, that no lie sh**
We multiply chips and gain fat grips, but I tell you
If yo eyes ain't open, they'll get ya, if I catch em I smoke em
Uh, if I catch em I smoke em, uh, if I catch em I smoke em
[Hook: ]
I kept my mind on my paper - yeah, I stayed on my grind
While the haters and the hoes - yeah, they all talked down
All the way to the top is the way it gotta be
It's the Mister in the place, so what do you see? (2x)
[Verse 2: ]
Pulling up on the corner, jumping out my Benz
Holler at that boy Tony and a couple more friends
Conversating about Benjamin's and n***as who owed us ends
Pulled Tony to the side, asked him if he wanted to make quick wins
A couple of chickens, Tony was game
And I ain't seen that boy to this very day
I'm rolling with my nine, on sight it's going down
Blasting for my green, putting it all on the line
I couldn't believe it, good guy gone bad
But when I catch that cat, he wish he never had
The streets be bumping bout situations, bout taking care of my business
Hell na cause, I ain't bullsh**ting, that n***a's gonna get it
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[Verse 3: ]
Players get gangsta too (that's right)
Jumpin out my gators into my stomping boots
To make a n***a feel it if it's like that
Cause knuckling up ain't a thang with Mr. Fat Pat
But ain't about no bullsh**, I'm about my mail
Stack my ends, floss my Benz, aid my clientele
That he say she say - a bunch of bullsh**
Just mad cause a n***a f**ing his b**h and trying to get rich
And what about the snitch, that boy ain't saying nothing
Put his body in a body-bag and burnt off on my bu*tons
Came strutting through the lobby, I seen that boy Tony
The Lord only know that I had my pistol on me
Do or die situations, hesitation will get me k**ed
And I knew that Tony had his pistol up in here
Gunshots rang out and I'm the last man standing
Mr. Fat Pat standing strong busting him with his god damn cannon
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