[Intro]
It's crazy I gotta tell n***as this sh** like they forgot
[Verse 1]
Look where I made it to, with the same n***as I started with
Double-S-O just a quote but they know we a gang and they want be a part of it
Another city in another state
Another pay on another stage
Swear that these raps like a book 'bout my life that I'm writing and each song another page
I guess my mixtape like a novel huh
Chose to lead and a few chose to follow up
On stage with my squad, f** an entourage
We don't need no security follow us
And we smoke heavy dope, put them bottles up
Came in here with some b**hes, no models but
They the baddest and f** with the realest youngin
Won't see me on a song if I feel they bluffin'
His name buzz on the street, I ain't heard it youngin
Not a lick, not a move, I ain't heard of nothing
n***as taking these ranks but ain't showing nothing
Youngin's lost, they ain't learn about earning nothing
Out in the streets it's two type of n***as
Ones who show love when they see potential
Take you to the stu, toss you instrumentals
Put that word in your ear like, "son you an issue"
Then it's n***as who see your potential
Would only reach out when that sh** been official
But them type of n***as same n***as who diss you
Or sorry a** s**ers, don't feel sentimental
Just k** 'em myself, play they part with my own smarts
f** them n***as, this my own art
Give a f** where they from, got my own start
Give a f** who you with, got my own heart
[Hook]
And I don't know what they told y'all
Got a 40 stuffed in my coat dog
If you walk down, don't approach wrong
If you look wrong I might blow dog, so look
I done came up on a lot of money
I done ran down on a lot of dummies
They want take my sh** but ain't got it from me
They hatin' for what, man you gotta love me
[Verse 2]
Woah, look, I used to flex, but now my arms hurt
Look, your b**h stop s**ing, I guess her jaws hurt
Look, a n***a keep hatin', I guess his pockets hurt
Hating don't make you no paper, so why be a hater?
Don't know how his wallet work
f** the talk, show the profit first
f** a friend, where that cash at?
f** a job, where my mask at?
f** a tweet and a hashtag
We just whoop your a** and look past that
120, I dash that
If it costs racks, I'ma cash that
Your b**h on my dick, I'ma smash that
And these verses, I'ma crush that
Boy I shoot fast, I don't bust back
Mama said get a job and give up rap
But my fans and myself, we like f** that
In the field tryna score, f** a touchback
Get a gun, if you don't better rush back
My b**h told me I'm smoking too much pack
But my thoughts be too loud, gotta hush that
b**hes think I ain't sh** and they all wrong
I ain't saying I'm sweet, this the wrong song
Hit that p**y, I stay if it's choice
If she tryna force some relations I'm long gone
Cause I'm in the streets from sun to night
I'm just tryna eat, get my money right
I ain't changing my ways for not none of y'all
Not unless that sh** gon' change my mama's life
[Outro]
Cause my mama deserve it
I swear my mama deserve it
I'm back in the booth
Now these n***as look nervous