Letras
I ain't hate on nobody
I just went and got it
I ain't hate on nobody
Big Crip nigga
Damn Jake, it's the one!
Yeah, I worked hard just to be here, I ain't hate on nobody
But I ain't let shit else fly, I ain't got a co-pilot
And I knew it was more to life than just shootouts and dope houses
They put lil' bro in there for life '
'Cause he had caught, like, four bodies
I been sleeping with my blick lately, you know I got that bag
I just spazzed, I'm tryna give my kids the shit they never had
But it's time to pop my shit, I just been humble at the pad
In the pursuit of happiness, know you gon' make some people mad
When you make it look so easy, they wanna do it too
But remember, you gotta be a real nigga through and through
You gotta learn from every lesson, or that shit just set you back
Quit pointing fingers, nigga, that's the pot calling the kettle black
I done let niggas take credit for the work that I put in
I been having second thoughts, I'm one foot out and one foot in
The boss say he may get off that road and never jugg again
But he died on that play, so we'll never see him win
Yeah, yeah
Let the beat ride out there
Come back in though
Yeah, if you getting to the money, then you just like me
The foundation man, these niggas ain't built like me
They don't keep a FN on the hip like me
Ayy, I been balling all year, nigga, get like me
I been all around the world, and they ain't shit like me
I got these blues on me now, nigga, I don't need an ID
My new bitch Cuban, and she saying, "Benny, I keep"
I'm relaxing, these niggas ain't shit but IP
We got bowls in the trap that smell like pine sauce
I went and got the package, I ain't have to sign for it
I see his pockets flat, look just like an iron board
Shirt by Givenchy, and the cologne is by Tom Ford
Bossing, the Biggie
Crip