God bless the child that can hold his own
God bless the child that can hold his own
No complaints, life is all good ain't it?
I'm maintaining in the game where the game changes
Homies that I grew up but became strangers
I'm still the same, but they changed when I became famous
I spell that word out, it's fam and us in it
I believed in my dream, but you didn't put your trust in it
I'm going up and my real n***as stay down
I be at the table food fighting, throwing cake around
I'm talking chicken to cheddar etcetera
Surround yourself with better people that can only better you
Sharpen up my lyrics to bury competitors
I pray before I write in the booth, I'mma predator
Chasing M's, I'm talking several
So I can open up the doors and get the revenue
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I won't stop it till it's on
Turn my workers into bosses so later can hold their own
Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a
d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a
And I'mma hold this sh** down
Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down
Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a
d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a
And I'mma hold this sh** down
Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down
Tense, I'm strong and I'm still gone
Exposing all the fake and now the real showing
This is chess not checkers, get your game up
I didn't kept it real for too long for me to change up
Money on my mind, what you thinking 'bout?
Got some n***as in the street, I'm tryin' to take 'em out
That's what a boss do, horse shoe on the back of my pants
That's my true religion when I walk through
I praise God for the blessings that he gave me
I got some demons in my closet, I hope he save me
No pops, but my mama did raise me
She told me cut the gra** and watch the snakes creep
Yeah, one hand on the bottle
Praying while I got my other hand on the rifle
All I need is God and my guns
And a couple real n***as by my side and I'm good
Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a
d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a
And I'mma hold this sh** down
Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down
Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a
d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a
And I'mma hold this sh** down
Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down
Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a
d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a
And I'mma hold this sh** down
Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down
Damn, it feel good to be a made n***a
d**h before dishonor to the grave n***a
And I'mma hold this sh** down
Feet planted to the pavement, I got ten toes down