Lyrics
I woke up and looked in the mirror (let the BandPlay)
Said, "Dolph, you that nigga"
In competition with myself, and this shit crazy, dawg (damn)
My Piru blood nigga be like, "That shit brazy, dawg" (damn)
Drunk a eight of Wock-Wock, my eyelids gettin' lazy, dawg (damn)
Every four, five months, cop another Mercedes, dawg (damn)
On some Three 6 shit, 'cause all I know is break the law (damn)
Mane, y'all talk and act like bitches, who the fuck raisin' y'all? (Damn)
Got 60 of 'em in a box, pass me that razor, dawg (damn)
Bust 'em open, go to the 'partments, and I get 'em off (yeah)
My lil' nigga ju' hit me, said he wanna get 'em all (okay)
Told 'em pull up, I was 'bout to leave and go to the mall (pull up)
Black trappin-ass nigga before shnowfall (who that?)
Five spots, movin' bags, no blow, dawg (it's Dolph)
In the projects goin' crazy, skrapped like O-dawg (yeah)
They gram my house like caine (yeah)
I coulda bought another Lambo, but I bought a chain (what?)
I took some trap money to Magic City and made it rain (hold up)
Don't put my name in a sentence with theirs, them niggas lame (for real, though)
On the island drinkin' Wock' and she drinkin' champagne (yeah)
I hit the ground, runnin', hustlin', but never complained (uh-uh)
I came from shit, ran it all the way up, but didn't changed (Paper Route Frank), yeah, yeah
In competition with myself, and this shit crazy, dawg (damn)
My Piru blood nigga be like, "That shit brazy, dawg" (damn)
Drunk a eight of Wock-Wock, my eyelids gettin' lazy, dawg (damn)
Every four, five months, cop another Mercedes, dawg (damn)
On some Three 6 shit, 'cause all I know is break the law (damn)
Mane, y'all talk and act like bitches, who the fuck raisin' y'all? (Damn)
Got 60 of 'em in a box, pass me that razor, dawg (damn)
Bust 'em open, go to the 'partments, and I get 'em off (yeah)
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah (yup)
Soon as the box land, slime good, niggas already know what's up (know what's up)
Never spend the same amount with the plug (uh-uh), every time a nigga double up (double up)
Sippin' Triss' out a double cup (a double cup), you gon' fold nigga, you gon' suffer up (suffer up)
Drive the foreign like a Hellcat (skrrt), nigga, hell nah, I ain't gon' fuck it up (fuck it up)
Feel the safest in the trap, nigga (trap), yeah, that's where I'm the most comfortable (most comfortable)
Fuck 12, why they come for us? (Come for us), still rich as fuck, eatin' Lunchables (eatin' Lunchables)
Independent, no major label (uh-uh), mane, these nigga can't fuck with us (fuck with us)
4-80, now the real ridin', block from Inglewood, back to Memphis, home (slatt)
Nigga broke as hell, every time they see a nigga hollerin' out, "Gimme some" (gimme some)
Better learn how to hustle, nigga (hustle) 'cause ain't no nigga gon' give you nothin' (give you nothin')
If you up, I'ma up a bigger gun (a bigger gun), lil' Woo, yeah, baby sister's son (baby sister's son), uh
In competition with myself, and this shit crazy, dawg (damn)
My Piru blood nigga be like, "That shit brazy, dawg" (damn)
Drunk a eight of Wock-Wock, my eyelids gettin' lazy, dawg (damn)
Every four, five months, cop another Mercedes, dawg (damn)
On some Three 6 shit, 'cause all I know is break the law (damn)
Mane, y'all talk and act like bitches, who the fuck raisin' y'all? (Damn)
Got 60 of 'em in a box, pass me that razor, dawg (damn)
Bust 'em open, go to the 'partments, and I get 'em off