Lyrics
Mmm, see I was lock up for some time, ain't nobody show me love
Now I'm focused on my grind, can't get complacent in this world
Thankin' God from up above, but why these niggas talkin' down
Take his bitch and build her up, she love to fuck when I'm in town
From the dub, I'm comin' up, I took a break, but back in action
They don't wanna see me win I hit my dance like Michael Jackson
He was cappin' on my name, that just turned him to a target
Put my killers on his head, leave his body in a coffin
When I pull up to the club, bet them hoes gon' come behind me
I ain't never need a job, I know killers, scammers, and robbers
I ain't tryna run the city, my potential reach the farthest
Jackie beggin' me to drop, she told me I'm her favorite artist
I'm sorry for the wait, exotic bitches in my face
A new play every day, swerving lanes from state to state
I come from section eight, where niggas dyin' every day
Turn nothin' into somethin, rockin' Gucci, Loui, bape
My brother died before the fame felt like a sacrifice
I lost it all, it made me who I am, I love to roll the dice
Stickin' to the code, my mouth was closed, ain't give a alibi
They let me go, I'm raisin' hell all night, them boys won't see the light
Tell me who the littlest in the city, bet we knock his lights
You run up on me, tryna snatch my chain and I'ma take your life
Groupie wanna have a kid with me, I told her get in line
Too many hoes to choose from, got a new hoe every other night
Double cup my lean n, post a pic just for your bitch to like
She turnt up to my music, throwing ass, I might just fuck tonight
Ridin' dirty, Brody got the 30, tryna end a life
He shoot like curry bullets, get to sparking bet a nigga die
Chicken out the killin, ain't a villain, join the other side
We know for sendin' glitches, fuckin' bitches in the clothes
We rock fashion, nigga, pull up in all red, they tryna strip my clothes
These rapper niggas tryna steal my flow, I think they got it wrong