[Hook] My mama always told me I would have the hits She wasn't alive to see me have a hit Had to make decisions, go and hit the road
[Verse 1] That was back when Keisha and Nelly had a kid Nigga had to sell about a quarter ounce Sold pop of front of summin' like a whore house He said why you never get to see me at the crib Step mama moved in, nigga so I bounced Real shit, if I had to sell a quarter water Only thing I gotta do I get rent pay Told the teachers, nigga I'mma be a fuckin' rebel Dropped out next week, that was 10th grade Yeah, rich young nigga, I came up Told you niggas I would get my change up Put 7 8 9 10 chains up Fuck the gram This show me where I came from Yo Know we in the place Hit the Ricky Bobby with the .40 on my waist Gold grill shinin' like a Rollie in my face I just hit a point like I'm Kobe with the play Talkin' to the kid, dawg, niggas pissed off We came here after the plays lift off Nigga, you are now talkin' to the kid, foo' Lot of niggas talk the shit but they ain't really with the shit For a rich nigga, rich nigga All my niggas stars, when you see us You are lookin' at a big dipper Oh boy, oh God, let a nigga win, we gon' buy the whole store One umbrella, yeah I told you niggas I told you niggas
[Hook] My mama always told me I would have the hits She wasn't alive to see me have a hit Had to make decisions, go and hit the road
[Verse 2] Young black nigga stickin' to the code Had a court case I done tossed that Couple ex bitches I divorced that I remember when I could not afford that Couldn't even sign for it, had to forge that Eh, money on my mind, got the ambition and the grind Hang a fuck nigga like he dryin' One twelfth rhyme Bout to order stake with the fries Used to eat the main chow chicken with the salad one time Every nigga workin' in the trap Pray to Lord, help you if you servin' with the strap Wait, J., you know I deserve me a plaque If it ain't comin' to me, nigga, I murder a track I'm a rich young nigga from the 416 Same bitches hatin' they be on my dick Every year boy, we real heavy ova here, boy I waited for my time, now the shit is finally here, boy
[Interlude] Finally here boy My niggas finally here boy All the shit up in a year boy Standing right here boy It's clear boy When I step up in the airport, hold up Wall to wall money, I done did it Nigga I'm the truth and I admit it Contracts gettin' written I'm the nigga Air Jordan, my nation, Scottie Pippen Killas on the payroll They'll shoot it if I say so 2014, I ain't really for the beef I just want the fuckin' peso Yeah, and the cheese with the queso 100 G in the case, Lord We was just some lil niggas last year Playin' with them lil things off safe mode Young nigga, had to get the money and the funds quicker I don't wanna have niggas sleepin' on my shit After a nigga dropped this oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
