(KJ Kante on the beat)
Blame it on my mama for all the Crippin' I see
Blame it on my grandfather for hustlin' me
Blame it on my daddy I can't walk in peace
Grand mama praying that the world see peace
She wanna roll like a swisher
I understand, I'm that n- (Yeah, yeah)
Bein' seen, takin' pictures
When she gone I don't miss her (Hell no)
She called me twice, I ain't callin' back
Put withdrawals, got me comin' back
She called me twice, I ain't callin' back
Put withdrawals, got me comin' back
I keep my hand on the duffel
I stay on my hustle
Who the fuck you think better for this?
Why the fuck would we settle for less?
Never had the party giving up (At all)
Stuck to the plan, live it up oooh
'Fore he had bands, it was us (That's all)
I could never change up now that I'm on
Most ain't built for this hill
We stay down when they run
We gon' face what they feel
We'll be here when it's done (B-!)
I'ma shake this shit like a tambourine
And make them kiss on my pinky rings
Bow down to a fuckin' king
Too handsome baby for you to be my fling
Eighty thousand on some caviar
Blue's on me like Avatar
I'm a player, baby you can't break my heart
I built yo' brand, I could pull it apart
Doggy got thangs on the minute
Bop like Diddy
Doggy gon' bang for the city
And since my n- was itty bitty
He always had it in him actin' like me
No, not really
Keep a plate with my money
Now it's like me playin LeBron and Dirty playin' Bronny
Same force, same source
All in the same sport, ballin' on the same court
Bang, bang!
Yes sir
Charles Hoskinson, what it do, nephew
ADA
Clay nation
Agent 023
AKA Bron and Bronny
Champ Medici
Dr. Bomb Bay
Peace!
Well what do you know?
Oh, what do you know?
We takin' over this shit
Bang, bang
Clay nation
Bang, bang
Bang, bang