Got game like Jesus, yeah Hot boy propane no fever I got niggas on the doc like a hever Bitch ion get left I’ma leaver A couple homies went left ion need ’em You know we got them pints when you need ’em Tonight I might go up on a feature Ion’t know why the fuck they hatin’ from the bleachers I’m too busy ballin’ I can’t hear ya Ion’t know why talkin’ we ain’t equal Nigga we been poppin’ since Evisu Don’t make get to poppin’ at your people Baby them niggas poppin’ don’t believe ’em Baby them niggas following the leader The only thing I follow is a dollar nigga preach to ’em Drop the top if you gotta drop throw the peace to ’em See they ain’t talkin’ bout shit I’m the chosen one And if a nigga play put a hole in one Put some cake on a nigga head on his birthday then he dead fuck nigga we ain’t goin’ for none They say I’m gone change, shit change gotta come You know I had change when I came don’t front A lil nigga but a nigga stayed in front They be like “That lil nigga stay with a big blunt” I can’t stand no hater What you know about murder? Don’t be speakin’ to me nigga we don’t know ya Don’t be speakin’ to me nigga we don’t know ya I demand my respect but sorry I cannot comprehend if it ain’t about a check Kill yourself die, yeah Russian Roulette I’ma make sure you all die muthafukin’ bet Bein’ great takes time Came a long way I say I’m fine I’m on my way I’m gonna climb all the way This is success you lookin’ at I and I am the best How many times should I have to stress I wonder why I’m not like the rest Uh, and she wonder why I cheat They wonder why I get them for the cheap Your bitch got “Wonder Why’ on repeat And after we fuck she clean the dick she so neat Neat freak We winnin’ no cheat sheet Big shit to you centipedes Big shit this a A.M.G Know we havin’ drums like KFC And they know we drop bombs, know when the cops come better run Know it’s better said than done Nah we ain’t never really runnin’ out of funds This a 1 of 1 you ain’t havin’ this one Milk the game teach it to my son Made man, bitch nigga I’m a don Pop a couple bottles told my nigga that we won Already man this shit just begone I said this already man this shit came from none Tryna get big like Pun Tryna be rich like Sean Me and Killa the new Pimp C and Bun Underground King where we from Draped out and dripped up my shit filled up A whole lot of lean in my cup It’s a whole lot of lean in my cup I do not like that the fact that they hated They hated the fact I escaped it Found me a route and it lead me to paper That made a statement They wrote some statements I had to fallback and I had to pace it Went on vaction, stashed a few bricks in the basement Stashed a few bricks in the basement I had to change my location Bein’ great takes time Came a long way I say I’m fine I’m on my way I’m gonna climb all the way This is success you lookin’ at I and I am the best How many times should I have to stress I wonder why I’m not like the rest

Writers: Rayshawn Bennett , Joshua Parker , Cory Barden

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd. , CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC , Songtrust Ave

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