[Intro]

You know, a nigga asked me the other day, right?

He said, "Shit, I know you been doin' this rappin' shit for a while now but do you feel like you the best nigga doin' it right now?

I looked at this mothafucka', I said, "If I ain't, who is?"

Haha

I got it

I got it

Uh

[Verse]

I know niggas that did a dub, came home, and jumped right in it

With .40s on they hip, 'cause bein' broke is a life sentence

And stay with Rémy Martin in they cup 'cause they light sippin'

Between real and fake, nowadays, it's a slight difference

I keep a shoota' with me, so my gun, I don't need it much

If I get killed, my niggas gon' move like they lease was up

And terrorize the city in my name for at least a month

Nothin' against the goons, it's just, I don't believe in luck

I play the hand I'm dealt, I was taught to stay Kobe ready

Ain't too much D around on my block, but the coke is heavy

I said, "Fuck a bitch" when my ass fell in love with paper

If rap don't work, I'm back to flippin' 'caine like the Undertaker

My mama know I'm straight when I'm away, but she still worry

Probably because the game I choose to play can get real dirty

That don't surprise me, 'cause every day is the same shit, like Bill Murray

I got a million dollar vision, yours is still blurry

So fire up that weed so I can get high like I never left for a second, this weapon applyin' the pressure

The best of women in my section, can't find any better

With bottle service on the house, I admire the gesture

These hoes treat me like I'm Hov, they forget I'm a local

'Cause I get 10 to walk through, and a brick for my vocals

My girl a killer, but be dealin' with bipolar phases

So she tends to get away with murder like Viola Davis

I just tell it how it is, they same I'm pessimistic

I did this all for my niggas, never the recognition

I hope to make 'em rich and help 'em take care of they families

A movie role, a clothing line, and a couple of Grammys

Nigga