[Hook]
Bankroll got me still limping mm hmm
I'm still walking in the trenches mm hmm
And I'm out here still getting it mm hmm
And I'm out here still with it mm hmm (x2)
[Verse 1]
Ok
[?] in the kitchen uh huh
My brother died in the kitchen uh huh
30 on my extension boom boom
Strapped up like I'm on a mission, n***a move
I put my mans on, Imma let him call you
Now cut them fans on, Dry that f**ing dog food
And my n***a got them crips that make me bang like I do
And my b**h she got them lips that make me sang like I do
Ok I'm dressed up like my daddy, Balling, But no Carlton
Singing like I'm f**ing Marvin, This ain't no Marvin
You gon' need a f**ing caution I brought the mob in
223. AK PK HK SK and Carbines
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Ok
Bankroll busting out my pocket, I still wear a wallet
I don't trust nobody, I don't f**ing trust nobody
I only f** with brothers and partners that keep it solid
Shout out to my mama I got it, I keep it solid
I tell you I'm really sorry 'bout me not going to college
I tell you mama I got it, I promise mama I got it
This music got me on top
And these streets they gave me my knowledge
And if I say I got it, Then damn it that mean I got it
I tell you I'm going get it, Be patient we going shopping
My brother them still be robbing
And CostaNotra we mobbing
I'm finally in the building
I get a piece of the pie
I'm sorry I'm not that phony
I'm sorry I'm not that guy
But f** em
[Hook]