[Introduction]

Yea yea

All my n*ggas said I should keep going

Rico AP

[Chorus]

Pop a xan when I wake up, I don’t give a f*ck

I'm next up, when I pop I gotta keep it tucked (sheesh)

All my n*ggas told me I should keep going

N*ggas doubted me but I still keep going

Got my own problems, I don’t need yours (nah)

Wanna fly on planes, wanna go on tours (sheesh)

All my n*ggas told me I should keep going

N*ggas doubted me but I still keep going (yeah)

[Verse One]

Do you feel me in my city

I got n*ggas trynna kill me, so I f*ckin keep a strap now, yeah

Know I'm litty, try to get me

Then my semi gonna shoot you on the block, and get you clapped down, woah

Kicking rocks just like it's FIFA (yea)

Feel like ace up out the cleaners (woah)

F*ck a b*tch I got my nina (shooting)

Water dripping Aquafina (yeah)

These n*ggas they ain't f*ck wit me (nah)

Feel like they ain't keep a buck wit me (nah)

Had me feeling like I’m stuck homie

Now I’m back on top like what’s up homie, yea

I was broke, they seen me fall down

Now I'm rich I see them call now

Water dripping like it's blood now

Got me feeling like I’m the plug now (yea)

Light it up I get it lit n*gga, which n*gga

I’m about to take his b*tch n*gga, sick n*gga

You ain't f*cking with my click n*gga, yea n*gga

I’mma shoot you with the big grippa, head spinning

[Chorus]

Pop a xan when I wake up, I don’t give a f*ck

I'm next up, when I pop I gotta keep it tucked (sheesh)

All my n*ggas told me I should keep going

N*ggas doubted me but I still keep going

Got my own problems, I don’t need yours (nah)

Wanna fly on planes wanna go on tours (sheesh)

All my n*ggas told me I should keep going

N*ggas doubted me but I still keep going (yeah)

[Verse Two]

Hop out the coupe

I just want hundreds, they coming out blue

Three in my pocket, my jacket got two

Five in the chamber, I'm shooting at you

Sixteen bullets in my clip, yea, dip yea

You ain't want it with me yet yea, jet yea

Took your b*tches you upset yea, yea, yea

N*gga wanna see me dead, yea ooo na na

I was down bad, I was sleeping in for lunch, yea

Now they see me in the strip club throwing hunds, yea, front yea

When I hit I go dumb, yea

When I met taz I was broke and had no funds, yea I'm up now

Look at what I f*cking done now

Throwing shots I'm shooting guns now (oh)

I want commas, I don't got no time for no problems

I want dollars, I could give a f*ck bout drama

N*gga this ain't what you wanted

I just pray to God that I could get that check up move my momma, to the mountains

Blowing up inside the genre

Man I put that on my mama

[Fading Out]

Pop a xan when I wake up, I don’t give a f*ck

I'm next up, when I pop I gotta keep it tucked (sheesh)

All my n*ggas told me I should keep going

N*ggas doubted me but I still keep going