[Chorus] Nigga, I'm the one in fact, I put my town on my back They'd rather see me broke but I'm thumbin' through a sack They never show me love, I don't know how to react So I always gotta keep my eyes open for the rats I came up from the bottom, I ain't even gotta lie I scream, fuck a job, I don't do no suit and ties I'm always with the guys, rollin' dope, gettin' high If a nigga think I'm lackin' then he's in for a surprise Smokin' Pump 93, that's that fire flame Shawty say she fuckin' with me, I don't know her name Niggas beefin' over bitches, they some fuckin' lames Shawty wanna take a picture wearin' all my chains
[Verse] In Morgantown, hit the club, blowin' hella dubs And I'ma turn his girl down if she ain't tryna fuck And niggas hate but when they see me tryna dap me up I got my brothers with me, they be on that savage stuff Two pills in the hills with a foreign jawn Shawty say she really love me but I know she don't Countin' money, layin' low, the type of shit I'm on She like the way I freak a beat and how I make a song And I'ma always be that nigga, they don't understand it Crash Bandicoot in the whip, I'm a bandit Fuck her good, before she go she make me a sandwich She call my phone like beat it up, I come and do the damage Niggas talkin' like they know me, they don't really know me I be ballin' left hand up, I hit the Ginobili Twenty-four step back, they thought I was Kobe I'm to myself, I can't trust you, you is not my homie And every time I wake up I see some fuck shit Check my phone, roll my dope, start the function Nowadays everybody so reluctant I can't blame you, got no time for that fuck shit 'Cause I remember back then, mobbin' on the low We still hustle, we still grind, I ain't never goin' broke I got people talkin' down on me like I wouldn't know I confront them every time and they mad 'cause they get exposed Boy you know we got it goin' on, my niggas gotta eat I'll be damned if I'ma starve so we can take it to the streets Niggas foldin' under pressure, swear these rap niggas weak I ain't changin' for nobody, when you switch you get deceased And I ain't gotta flex, I got money in the stash You say she hard to break, bro, I already smashed 2017, I need a Rari, do the dash The real gon' survive and the fake will never last I pull up in that coupe, I'ma flex with your ho I swear I'll never fold, on my brothers that's a no We smoke it by the O, get the package for the low Westwood with the flow, countin' up my C notes
[Chorus] Nigga, I'm the one in fact, I put my town on my back They'd rather see me broke but I'm thumbin' through a sack They never show me love, I don't know how to react So I always gotta keep my eyes open for the rats I came up from the bottom, I ain't even gotta lie I scream, "Fuck a job," I don't do no suit and ties I'm always with the guys, rollin' dope, gettin' high If a nigga think I'm lackin' then he's in for a surprise Smokin' Pump 93, that's that fire flame Shawty say she fuckin' with me, I don't know her name Niggas beefin' over bitches, they some fuckin' lames Shawty wanna take a picture wearin' all my chains
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