Man the shit i do in life dawg this shit misunderstood
Sippin yack riding dirty as i ride thru my hood
Got the 40 on my hip hell yea you kno I’m good
Hit that nigga with the boom in the room called the wood
(Verse 1)
As i ride thru my city looking down at my phone
3am late as hell i might not make it home
People plotting setting traps nappy hair need a comb
Staring down the barrel with the silencer connected to the chrome
On my way to trap riding dirty all alone
I got kids at the crib gotta feed them they alone
So i hustle non stop overwatch like a drone
Saving money only reason so i can by my mom a Home
Gotta buy moms a home
Dad walked out we alone
We ain’t have nobody dawg we had to scrap for them bones
Like it’s Christmas singing poems
Intoxicated with the foam
Anybody wanna get it send him here we put on
We put on in my city
Man that’s word nigga to jezzy
Can’t forget bout my nigga peezy
60 inch just my tv
Flipping work like a frisbee
Phone home like I’m Et
69 bitch I’m KeKe
45 that’s my bb
Getting money they can’t stop me
Till the end like I’m rocky
45 it can’t drop me
Beat it up bitch I’m Papi
I like my chicken teriyaki
All these niggas do is copy
Smashed yo girl she gave me sloppy
Like i said bitch I’m Papi
Throw it up watch it drop
Bitch the money it won’t stop
45 thats my Glock
And I’m headed to the top
Only pants i wear is rocks
And my squad com in flocks
4am check the clocks
Got a boat at the docks
Running up anotha check
N jus brought anotha jet
N i brought anotha tech
Bet he feel it in his neck
Dick so good it make her wet
Doing 80 in a vet
Put the money on the table my nigga let’s make a bet
Bitch I’m known in the hood
All i do is smoke them woods
Shoot me i wish a nigga would
Shoot me i wish a nigga could
Shoot me a nigga really should
Shit i do misunderstood
And you kno i from the hood
Zone 8 that’s my hood nigga
When that 40 hit a nigga bet his body turn
All these bitches out here fucking bet it gotta burn
All u niggas is my children now it’s time to learn
Money in the bank now it’s time to earn
Spitting rhymes to these nigga like y’all was my children
Best believe by 2020 Ima reach a billion
This 44 on my hip bet it hit civilians
Blue strips everywhere like i was a villain
But nigga this my hustle
All alone like I’m russle
Y’all don’t fight bitch y’all tussle
This music shit cure my struggle