Lock - Welcome lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] I'm chasing dollars like Suga Mama and Papi Bussing through these busters and I dare someone to stop me Not a man lover, BUT I get a little co*ky When I think to myself; "my bars are getting kinda stocky"/ Supreme flow, try to put me in a box Please don't, my tolerance for that bull is mad low If that makes you kinda mad...I'm sorry bro If you're feeling froggy then LEAP, but you're a tadpole/ Popular opinion says I am an a**-hole But I'm not though, I just say NO to bad hoes Because their coochie's hella dirty like where gra** grows I'd rather the blunt, "puff, puff and pa** yo!"/ I like to munch a bunch of snacks When I'm smacked in the back of the trap And pop packs of pain meds to handle all the weight upon my back Because I got a big-head When my sh** spread across the internet But now I'm trying to get bread You never get the facts if you listen to what he said, and she said And even what the priest said/ Go to the source to get your in-fo I'm dickin' every beat that I get Lyrical nympho I been dope, I pimp hoes for info about their bestfriends to see if I can hit yo And when I-hit-I-leave 'cos I ain't here for emotions I just consider that body a..win yo/ YOUR wins are low because I'm baggin' like a Food Lion You think you're makin' hits? Little homie keep trying I'm a smooth criminal...you see my feet gliding? Weak rhymers get a little jealous when I breeze by 'em/ [Verse 2] '94 Bed-Stuy...born as a go-getter Brownsville raised...my dad was a dope dealer Smoked with Meth-od Man, bumped Ghost k**a I give it to you straight, I'm laced with no filler Mo' realer than a TV dinner, I'm going like Ka-Zaam... You want something fresh? Then here I am Big Sean said the skies the limit? Well-damn... I been aiming at the moon and praying I don't land/ (on the) Sharp criticism that people giving 'Cos they don't really like the way I'm spitting They never listen to what I have to say So let us pray, let us pray That tomorrow is a better day, a better day/ I'm aiming for 100k by the end of May I ain't trying to see the inside of prison gates And it remains, it remains By the end of this? Everybody's gonna know my damn name/ [Chorus](2x) A-to the C-E, (2x) Doin' what I'm doin' like i'm doin' it for tv (2x) Doin' what you can't and I make it look easy