[Verse: D'Shaun]

I just find it funny

How niggas flock to the bitches

That I hit or had relations with

Asking em' bout my business

I actually found some humor

In pictures on my computer

Of girls that I used to know

Old habits, I used to do

And now my enemies

And peers all eyes and all ears

They wanna know my biggest secrets

My dreams, and all my fears

But these hoes can't tell you shit

No shit, but that I'm conceited

Determined to reach achievements

Regardless of who believing

I ain't never had the chance to even

Think like a hoe nigga

I just been too busy smoking dope

And counting dough nigga

Throw that money up

We watch it all hit the floor nigga

Roll that pressure up and then we

Merry go the dro nigga

Local rappers dream of hitting

Bitches from my past life

If I ont' fuck her no more

It's because she didn't act right

Got no time to babysit

These hoes don't make no money

So i'm outchea on the grizzy

Cuss won't no one hustle for me

Fuck it, niggas dream of being

Who I lived to be for twenty years

Ask them bitches questions

All they tell you's that, I got no fears

No Kryptonite to my Superman

Ain't no cheating this nigga

Hit ya bitch in my living room

No TLC from this nigga

And now these women front

Telling lies upon my hang lows

Wrestle with these demons

Seeing shit from Kurt Angles

In these streets I got my stripes

Like a Cincinnati Bengal

The bangers all show me love

And the kid don't even bang tho

Get the swagger from my pops

Learned these chords from bumping Sango

Nigga Payton hit my phone and said

It ain't place i can't go

Cousin Court just hit my phone

& said to hit em with that Take-O

Then my moms just hit my phone &

Prayed that God would send me angels

Now I'm Up, Up

Up in the clouds

Fly away like Mr. Fredrickson

Tryna get a whip to wax on

Like Daniel son

Shaded sipping Screw

The flow sick I sip the medicine

And I have not failed, I can't fail

Thomas Edison

Shit is all lovely

Wearing rubbers, dodging huggies

All my youngins in the field

Strapped up, like it's rugby

Heard em talk a lot of talk

And that talk result to nothing

I'm the man up in my ends

And that's the end of that discussion

Niggas drop a lot of songs

But i don't hear em saying nothing

Posted with a lot of guns

But only cops is out here busting

Seen a nigga on the news

And his pic look like my cousin

Then I called em on the phone

And told that nigga I loved em

Told my girl to just hold on

It take some time and just be patient

Me and wave remade the gang

I know these niggas still hating

But all my youngins

Tryna hustle till they Russell

Tryna make it out the bottom

Like some flowers in the rubble

All my old friends flipped

And none of them niggas tumbled

But it's hard to split this money

I'm glad you saved me the trouble

Gotta eat up all the bass

And then I save me some of the treble

You niggas still smoking mid

My roll is filled with loud by decibels

Check my credentials

My niggas know I'm good for the business

I work it out on these hoes

They know I'm good for the fitness

My bank just had some space

But now it's good for the riches

My phone was empty baby girl

But now it's good for your digits

I'm good for the women

And you know D'Shaun love the children

So I guess my only shit is

I ont' fuck with you niggas

Brah who sleeping on?

Women 10 & 9's all cinnamon

Chain on icing, pockets roll

It's all Cinnabon

Flows Minute-Maid

Momma mentioned mans a minute man

And she done had many men

Make more minutes than minute man, man

This real life

No cgi or affects on the big screens

Call my niggas Royalty

Put crowns on the whole team