I just started workin'

Call me a pharmaceutical

With the money team

Gettin guop gotta be beautiful

Jobs don't wanna hire me

All the trap gods inspired me

Gotta get it on my own

Dealin got me feelin free

Ain't no taxes in the drug game

Dealin you always gotta keep a 9 milli ready to aim

If you snitch, its like the same thing as a police confession

Bargainin wit yo life an ima buy I from you, no food concession

Drop you wear you stand if that's the game you really want to play

My niggas packing pistols let them pellets take you on a date

Im not a mass murderer

Just call me a lyrical killa

Spray the hollow from the don

Hear a holla from the hitta

Man I hate a conceited bitch

This shit is getting parsonal

Shootin threes from a fire rocket, nigga arsenal

I just shouted out or dissed em

Idk but im official

Something I don't do is dump the hammer

But its my initials

Im not that far from goin global i know my time is coming

Never took AP classes in school all i was doin was rushin

I was young i said fuck school my nigga youngin needed dollars

An ever since ty came up out the wound he never new his father

So growin up was hard because i never had no inspriration

Need that money while im young so that can me my dedication

When i wake up need to breath that money call the respiration

Got the jay to make you see the z's call that shit roc nation

Where im from we dont shoot guns or see a block filled up with sonnas thinkin back it was some bitch niggas cause they ain't fuck with carma

Now carma is a bad bitch, i just dont ever wanna meet her

If you fuck with her, her pussy wet, you better call fema

Tired of all the fuck niggas im bout to put em all to sleep

Fucked her good, she grade the dick, she graded B.A.E

Goin hard til i L.E.A.V.E

Trust no one in these S.T.R. double E.T

S, you no my niggas up next

An if you disrepect we pull up at you 9 wit the tech

Im tired of waitin for my time its sumn i gotta go and get

If any body get in my way, they gone have something to regret

Tired of all the waitin and watchin these wack fuckin artist

All i here is bustin guns and fuckin bitches, niggas retarted

All them niggas slow a little, rappin shit thats full of lies

Bitch you couldve paid for better rhymes sumn like best buy