Verse 1 (David Gibson)
If you aiming at the king then you aiming at the crown
If you say you f**ing with me n***a you a f**ing clown
These n***as all jokes until a n***a come around
And even though I'm down at school I'm still running my town
I made it from the bottom still reaching for the top
All my money clean now so I ain't worried bout the cops
I ain't worried bout these hoes even though they tryna trap me
And all these fake n***as even though they tryna clap me
These n***as think they major, but these n***as really minor
These n***as all p**y, fix your f**ing panty liners
In high school we was cool now you talking that chit chat
Don't make me call my boys cause if I do it's a clit clat
That's how it goes, but who knew it ever get this far
Use to aim for the clouds and now I aim for the stars
Everytime I reach a goal, I raise the bar a little higher
See no evil, hear no evil boy call me Richard Pryor
Whats up, whats up I got my entourage now
Not out to k** n***as only so much I allow
I lost my n***a Benji over an attempt murder charge
Now I'm wishing he could see me living large
But sh**, we popping bottles til you get out
n***as out to get you will never know your where abouts
It's a shame the real n***as gotta look over they shoulder
Cause the fake n***as tryna be holders (These n***as schemin')
Verse 2 (Jeffrey Lee)
Loaf of bread
Hard bottoms and collars
A bunch of dollars from n***as pickin' cotton
A mafia my familia poppin'
And I ain't dissin or trippin I'm Real Walkin
Everday that's every morning with my coffee til my coffin
And say it like I play it cuz I know the people watching
Lookin silly and akward talkin
Im so black and she yellow u know what it is shawty
An extravagant fella blame that on my crib homie
I played from peeler street to sunny Glenn went all in
Rebel flags wavin where my grandma pissed then sh**tin me
All I do is win I can't see nobody gettin me
And that's on collard greens black eyed master Ps
Straight up out the trunk with it for my n***as after me
Playboys, D-boys, schoolboys, athletes
Runnin all my tracks back verses be like laps to me
Verse 3 (SAMO)
Get it then flip it, then get it flip it thats how to make a living
I'm tryna make a dollar outta sh** that makes a million
Pushing in the cold till your face got no more feeling
Spittin, I'm livin with hitmen that are tryna make a k**ing
Black hoodie--black mask
That's called a come up, motherf**a, now who laughs last
But I ain't laughin cuz ain't nothing funny
Stop-- don't nothing move but the money
Its hard to do your thing when all these n***as schemin
Yea i got my team, we big in the city G-men
Bad b**h to bone cuz I'm a doggy dog
n***a you know the game and its dog-eat-dog
Smoking endless doobies just to ease my stress
What I need to stress is when I need to rest
Cuz I see duress when I see that chest
She call me a work-a-holic, said i need to be the best
Boys wanna be dons doing it wrong and end up murked
You a botty boy, a Scotty boy in a skirt
I am down to earth, down since birth, got that work
n***a you rhyming? That sh** deep, six feet in the earth