Lyrics
Ay, it's go time, and I'm loading up this pole of mines
I went broke, so back to robbing, that's the bottom line
He goaltending, that's how niggas end up posterized
Of course I'm sliding, he violated mine this nigga's supposed to die
Aye hold the line
The fetti calling, I need all of mine
Talk to God daily, but demons be working overtime
Child of the ghetto, we hung them garments on clothing lines
Solidified, I told you lil' niggas, this shit was more than rhymes
Truth is, this life I live shouldn't be glorified
But I'm a gangster, ask my momma, bet she won't deny it
I'm getting to it send them cookies cross the county line
Pack landed hit him with the Cam Newton dance
Stop playing!
We had to hand grams for the guap
I'm the man, but I started with a plan and a plot
Stop playin!
We had to hand grams for the guap
I'm the man, but I started with a plan and a plot
Look, I ain't never been no nigga to play with that's on Jesus
Came through tripping and gave a nigga the business
Came through tripping and gave a nigga the business
Came through tripping and gave a nigga the business
I ain't never been no nigga to play with that's on Jesus
Came through tripping and gave a nigga the business
Came through tripping and gave a nigga the business
Came through tripping and gave a nigga the business
I'm like fuck it, hopping out the hoopty looking' rugged
I'ma hustle all summer, trying to bubble up my budget
The homie banged my line, he got the M&M's jumping
He get them for next to nothing, he moving them by the bundle
Had to put together the puzzle, I built it out of rubble
Suckers looking for trouble, I'm rocking at every rumble
The ones that do the talking, they usually take the tumble
He got all that lip and got flipped, be humble
Look, I'm riding around with two-fours, Black Mamba
Put a pause to all drama, like commas
Sitting in the cell cause apparently I'm the problem
Treat the city like Gotham, I was outside Robbin