[Verse 1:] No complaints, life is all good, ain't it? I'm maintaining in the game where the game changes Homies that I grew up with became strangers I'm still the same but they changed when I became famous I spell that word, all this fam, ain't us in it I believed in my dream but you ain't put yo trust in it I'm going up and my real niggas stay down Now we at the table food fightin, throwin cake around Yea, I'm talkin chicken to cheddar, etcetera So why yourself a better people? It only could better ya Sharpen up my lyrics to bury competitors Pray before I ride in the booth, I'm a predator Chasin anvil, talkin several So I can open up the thoughts and get the revenue I won't stop until it's on Told my workers and the bosses so that they can hold it on
[Hook: x2] Damn it feel good to be a made nigga Death before the silent to the grave nigga And I'm a hold this shit down Feet planted to the pavement, I got 10 toes down
[Verse 2:] Tins on my strong and I'm still goin Desposin all the fake, now the real showin This is chess not checkers, get your game up I done kept it real for too long for me to change up Money on my mind, wutchu thinkin bout? Got some niggas in the street, I'm tryna take em out That's what a boss do, horse shoe on the back of my pants That's my true religion when I walk through I praise God for the blessings that He gave me I got some demons in my closet, hope He'll save me No pops, but my mama did raise me She told me cut the grass and watch the snakes creep Yea, one hand on The Bible Prayin while I got my other hand on the riffle All I need is God and my guns And a couple real niggas by my side and I'm good
[Hook: x4] Damn it feel good to be a made nigga Death before the silent to the grave nigga And I'm a hold this shit down Feet planted to the pavement, I got 10 toes downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
