Uh... Right? Look Fuck slaving for a low wage I'd rather blow my brains, I need another way to get my dope straight A drug dealer was my soul mate Road to riches, flippin' birds, I always knew he had road rage I don't care if these hoes hate The day I let you bitches get to me, Satan goin' feel a cold day I gotta give God the most praise And my nigga do too, I won't date a nigga who don't pray Only broke bitches throw shade I'm a snake charmer, use the money as a flute to expose snakes My killers on you tryna locate I they ain't wearing baggy clothes, just turtlenecks and gold chains All my murders is a cold case All my niggas making moves is like a episode of Soul Train I treat the music like the dope game Pharmacy to fiends, before they get it? They gotta pay me the co-pays I'ma give them the old shade Before a bitch cross me, she better look both ways Wasn't overnight, I got it at a slow pace I just got on every single beat and I told pain Did it ten toes, that's two feet on the ground My food for thought is like a cooked meal from deep in the south The living room was like a bedroom, had to sleep on the couch Opportunities knocking, I give it keys to the house All I needed was a solid plug, huh, so I gotta keep a cord Ain't no friendly competition nigga, all I see is war The Caesar of this rap shit, I gotta keep a sword Got your favorite rapper blood, on this coliseum floors (huh) God first, and I believe in a cross Most niggas'll have it all, but let greed be their fall Took a shopping spree, I've paid the cost to bein' a boss Check the bag, and talk was the cheapest thing that I bought, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
