(Verse 1)
The day I pa** away I'll live forever
They wonder why I never feel the pressure
Cuz I'm ducking law with every one of my endeavours
Still spitting that raw, I can't help it I'm over zealous
You're never outta lines if you got betters
They'll never give u time if u got cheddar
Moving like the slime, I'm the muhf**ing n***a
I came up from the slums, now I'm gettin' recognition
Im a walkin' superstition
I be whipping heat everytime I walk in the kitchen
You ain't gotta talk If you can live it
You ain't gotta cough if you got sizzurp
Champagne bottles, pop a cork and get wizork, but..
(Chorus)
There's more than wanting to ball
I'm content wit wanting it all
I got n***as trappin' in walls
I'm just doing this sh** for all y'all
And I know I don't always call y'all
I'm elevating into the stars y'all
I'm tryna find a way to bring all y'all
I'm tryna find a way we can All Ball
(Ayy) I'm tryna find a way to bring all y'all
(Right?) I'm tryna find a way we can All Ball
(Verse 2)
Cuz we can all get money
All 7 billion people there's enough for every one em
There's enough for every one em
12 inch pipe, that's enough for any woman
Haa, I'm playin', but for real tho
I'm pretty normal for a weirdo
And all the attention I get is real dope
But, to be honest man I'm still broke
They never tell you that the fame comes first
But I'll be out here grinding til my income hurts
So let me tell you man, the fame comes first
But if you grind it out one day your income bursts
Like, BOOM man he blew up!!
Ooh man, he too much
No swimming in my pool man it's full of barracuda's
That's a deadly a** wave for ya
That's how you get em to make way for ya
I told my youngins watch how imma make a way for ya
My city got the heat and imma play D-Wade for ya
All u gotta do is truss me
Imma hold it down from Castle Downs to William Lutsky, but..
(Chorus)
Today you see a man with a motive
But early 2011 I was cashing in on dope heads
Early 2012 I almost ran outta focus
Til I made it to the Durban coast
Dropped OE, that was for my homies
I bump it everytime I miss my homies
Man I got a notebook full of rhymes in my Sony
Tryna get the bread but keep it mayo and bologna
That's gutta, that's grimy
I'mma be that n***a you can chill and hang around wit
Same n***a you was down wit
Same n***a that was down witcha..
(Chorus)