How much you made today you sold a bag I sold a couple of em
I'm just tryna ball stay down and stunt when the summer come
Watch my niggas crash shots fired we lost another one
He should be in the league go to the school I'm talking one and done
Always first I cant be second second you ain't done enough
Second place don't mean shit that mean you just a runner up
I never hate I let them niggas shine if they in front of us
I don't feel safe around the feds unless my gun is tucked
Cougar old as fuck she fell in love I'm tryna fuck
She hate when I nut but for that bread I'm in a rush
Nigga think again you thinking bout you touching us
Thats like playing Russian roulette with a loaded gun
Going through the pain I break it down and then I roll it up
Inhale all my stress release it in the wind I know its rough
Ima buy the gang chains we shining thats how you know its us
We hustlers first and gangstas when we gotta be I don't know who to trust
I been moving tough
Flew from the trap right to the brunch I guess I'm moving up
Conversations with Chance The Rapper they can't move like us
50,000 inside my closet I might throw it up but then you would know my moves
And I ain't got shit to prove
Where I'm from everybody cool don't watch the news
Murder Mayhem posting everyday nigga don't snooze
They'll take you out your groove
Thats why I'm in this benz and this benz be on cruise nigga
Most rappers die in their own city
Thats a fact
And uhh you know you have haters who
Who was in school with you and they mad because they was on they was in that 3rd grade class with you
But they don't have the same hustle as you
You know they hate you for no reason
They hate you for, they hate you for your success
Nigga don't hate me hate the game
It ain't my fault your bitch left for a boss and you a lame
Y'all bussing out them AP's we gon buy them bitches plain
I can show you what that cash bout
Get them bags in and get em out we took the fast route
He ain't got what I got we got gas to make you pass out
I just whipped my cash out your bitch gon poke her ass out
I can't go back to pissy lil Sam when I got laughed out
Barely shit to eat inside my house I'm bouta spazz out
We just run it up stay down they can't run with us
Think you running up you dumb as fuck man try your luck
Ima get my mom off that D8 to a Bently truck
And put my father on his feet even though he ain't think of us
I could get deeper into the trap but I ain't gon push my luck
At 10 I lost a friend to homicides what the fuck
Thats probably the reason I was in school and I was acting up
Thats why I'm paranoid to this day this 9 will back em up
Grinding for a rollie in the hood cus thats a trophy
Lost so many of my brothers feeling like I'm Stony
OG said silence is golden thats what he told me
With a 20 something in the clip and drop it like Ginobili