[Verse] Dropped out of college, fuck it I'm on my own Leather gloves on that 9, no press up on my chrome Mama calling my phone, wondering if I ate On them corners hanging late tryna get my pockets straight Nickel and dimin', I'm grinding residue smell all on my clothes I'm a target, fiends in and out my apartment, go back to school I done chalked it All my lil homies loccin' from the block and they talk it Nobody trade fair, no market Never heard what you talking Outer towners, they get the crooked eye Slaughter your house over nothing, I'm talking Crooked I He couldn't make himself breakfast but he can cook a pie Watch where you look and they crooked and if you pus you die Spending nights in the trizzy, dizzy from bogey smoke Same kicks, bitches looking like "girl, I know he broke' That's when I started this rapping, they like 'now homie, dope' I swear to God, it's still weed dealers that owe me smoke If I ain't swimming in women, sour my only flow I'm at the airport, writing verses from coast to coast Somebody pinch me I'm dreaming I need to wake up Waking up, rolling eight's up, never will take a pay cut In the 'jects rolling shake up Telling you what I came from, city that never sleep In 'nother words I ain't tired, codeine for hours I'm wired Motivated by struggle, they only hate when you hustle What you want me to be broke? Fuck that I'm tryna double I'm from the home of the hustlers Where if you ain't the nigga hustling you's a customer No trust for ya All my life, raised around the smokers no muffler The sniffers in the jugglers where nobody had love for us I'm talking staircase, smoking while they play the roof Summer nights, bodies in the trunk just like Rae Carruth Children of the Corn was my favourite group You lying, you ain't no lion my tigers all saber tooth NYPD watching us in HD Neck and wrist on deep freeze You know the rats spit cheese I'm the shit feces Pounds'll move for 3 G's We might as well charge 'em 5 Aston's out the parking Not the type to talk a ot My timbs was scuffed, I walked a lot Born a star, going after bucks fuck a coffee shop Getting easy money, idolizing negative idols Only came for the title They stingy, I brought my rifle Loaded it 'fore I came and cocked it before you saw me Always changing my number, ain't got it don't try to call me Rappers is starting to bore I'm by the shore no Paulie Started off playing sports but coaches couldn't ensure me I need insurance, no Geico Success is destined Before you flip over the answer better check the question On 2-5 in all white GS Lexus pressing Feeling like Hov when the streets was watching I know the streets is watching Fuck your main squeeze, homie better keep your options Came from trapping now the homie got your speakers knocking Jewish lawyer so it really ain't no need for Cochrane In the lobby it was freezing but the D's was watchingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
