Lyrics
Ayy, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
It's like time after time after time
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Try to spare niggas, but at this point...
The game is over
Too many times I done gave you little niggas chance after chance
I was raised by the OGs in my fam
I prefer only OGs in my Grams
With my day ones, I don't need to expand, I don't need your advance
Don't need no crew, I don't need me a clan
Don't need no rappers, it's me and the fans
Billionaire, that's what I see in my plans
Asking me to record a video
Little baby turned into a little freak on the cam (Whoa)
You niggas couldn't last a week in these vans
I don't know you, please don't reach for my hand
Unless we negotiating, she wanna grow with me, we cultivating
Talking 'bout all the nation's appropriation
If I could, I'd cut off all association
To whatever feel anything close to Reagan
They responsible for all the dope we slinging
I done crowd surfed all in Copenhagen
Blessed, I'm far from them days I was hopeless begging
Now you see us just standing 'round denim
Watch for the snakes, they gon' fill you with venom
My woman black, she got ass, she got rhythm
Feed off the moment and build the momentum
Young prince gotta kill 'em
Too many times I done gave you little niggas chance after chance
I was raised by the OGs in my fam
I prefer only OGs in my Grams
With my day ones, I don't need to expand, I don't need your advance
Don't need no crew, I don't need me a clan
Don't need no rappers, it's me and the fans
Stacking bands, all I see in my plans
Oh, my nigga, how you figure
That I won't squeeze on this trigger? (Huh?)
I done did my thing for a couple years
Now it's clear it's time to go bigger (Yep)
I paint Picasso pictures (Yep), these bars ain't got no liquor (Uh)
When the money slow, they get funny
Bro, best believe them not your niggas