Yeah, I could've fucked your bitch but I ain't want her though
Growing up, I kept my gun cause I was a shoot a hoe
Used to rob niggas but my cousin told me to hustle though
I ran it up and spent that shit up on the Loui coat
I Wouldnt serve that nigga in my trap, Ion give a fuck who he know
My nigga play the game every day just like the Super Bowl
I'ma get the braids and shave the sides just like Coolio
This that hustler music
Young nigga in a trap, I'm so accustomed to it
Slang trees like Tarzan, I'm the most influenced
TDP 5, I print some motherfucking pills
Just like I'm supposed to do it
I'm a motherfucking made nigga, neednoname, certified grave nigga
Good business, I don't really play niggas
Nino, spit this shit like rah digga
Seen that boy, he froze up, that bitch boy a opp-sicle
I don't claim work, that ain't mine, boy, I really shoot niggas
You niggas ain't never seen the whole thing
Let alone bust down on cocaine
If I wasn't rapping, I'd probably still be in the dope game
She fucking for free, she might as well get in the ho game
Free my fucking brother, he in the penitent
All them losses turn to lessons, that's what they really meant
We used to stash the work up in the fucking vent
And hit the road for hours, that's how we used to pay the rent
I used to sell weed, now I sell songs
You ever heard of Subway? Yeah, my bread long
This ho ain't talking money, she might wanna leave me alone
B-22s with Mike Amiri on