Started off with nothing there ain't
Nobody who wanna touch him
I ain't about the cla** discussion
Tenth grade I said f** it
Started making all these beats and raps
But, it wasn't bout' nothing
Smoking papers to the face a lot and drive around in public
What all these haters talk about
And then they want to party now
And I gave your girl mouth to mouth and
You want me to check your sound, cloud
I think its funny we ain't got nothing in common bro
I don't go to college
But, I party like I did
[Hook:]
Oh Word?!
You got all your life planned out?
Oh Word?!
You just smoked all of that ounce
Oh Word?!
Say I love the life that I live
Oh Word?!
Cause I ain't worried about sh**
To the spot now (Oh Word?!)
Smoking with the top down (Oh Word?!)
Tryna talk sh** I ain't really concerned
Imma do me say you mad (Oh Word?!)
How many mother f**ers got a dream since 15
Then they turn their dream to reality
How many people don't quit when they don't
Ain't sh** come free and they gotta work for a salary
See I knew I was born just to brew up a storm
But still I gotta work so casually
Just plot my attack got hot with some raps
Step back cause you motherf**ing casualties
k**ing the game but, flow in my vein
Might go insane and blow out my brain
I am the next Cobain you are lame
I keep it real and stay in my lane
I'm on the train with the rest of society
I hear your raps and I know that you lie to me
I know you are not sh** cause I met you
Just keep it real and then I'll respect you
Every penny I made from this thing
Goes right back into it that's the way of the game
Gotta stay sane ain't came with the fame
Gotta sell weed is a god damn shame
Record labels gonna make millions f** that
I'm gonna blow up the building f** rap
I'm not gonna follow the cosign route
Get a Two Chainz feature and go pa** south
This life is art d**h is hard
Good times bad times where do I start?
Knowing damn well you won't sh** on me and
Your girl her and she sit on me
I've gone through leaps and bounds just speak to crowds
And I'm still gon hold it down for the 617
I drove around thinking damn imma make em' proud
[Hook]
[Jitta on the Track:]
Started with a half an ounce and
Ended with a swisher sweet and
I been, knocking on your f**ing door
Just like its trick or treating
And I just really just f**ing need a party in my neighborhood
I don't even care If it ain't popping bet I make it good
She said my name was Jeter I swore I told her Jitta
She yanking on my ten I swear that we some heavy hitters
And I'm knocking out the poppy cause I f**ing hate the picture
That you rappers claim you paint I'm pouring jin up on my liquor
Oh word no verse no word
Man I'm so high but, I know why that p**y down to four lives
That does not mean that's four life
You should just evaluate all my b**hes got celery
So if I ever go broke I'll just hit up Amber and Melanie
And all my b**hes bad I swear they need some felonies
Got an appetizer b**h on the side I call her celery
I'm just trying to make my city proud so they remember me
And that don't make no sense
Like a white girl drinking Hennessy
[Hook]