Letras
He history, that's how I turn my enemies
I caught him tryna talk some bullshit dog don't talk that shit to me
I ain't ruthless like these niggas in the streets
Still I keep a .45 in case a nigga want the beef Uh Huuuuh
And I keep a remington 870
Getting hyphy in this bitch I'm feeling just like Keek Da Sneak
Uncle Billy R.I.P he died a Sacramento King
If I make it out this shit, I'll make it for my cousin Beej
Make it for my lil bro and my nephew and the family
When I learn the ways of the rich I'll teach em the recipe
I pray I win the lottery but that's just hope I gotta be
The realest nigga on a beat I want the Holy Trinity
Don't drank or smoke or sniff the keys
I'm tryna set my siblings free
The Lord said I'm my brother's keeper make sure lil bro stacking green
Niggas asking for some handouts I'm like who the fuck is he
Niggas ask me for some handouts you don't look like blood to me
50 Cent my idol nigga, I'm 50 Cent Petty
I'm in this shit heavy
Been in this bitch already
Pedestal pussy pretty
Push the pedal on Esprits
I need to win me a Grammy, I need to win me a Emmy
And when I win me a medal should be addressed on the Espys
If I ever win a pulitzer I'm thanking Kung Fu Kenny
I'm rare form, I'm flawless cut if you look at the clarity
It ain't fair for the mumble ones cause they ain't fucking with me
Issues airborne the closest ones be the same ones that envy
Why you think my inner circle microscopic fuck the fake
Why you think my inner circle small, fuck all the fugazi
I can't do a feature less I get bout 50k
It's levels to this shit I'm on a level that you ain't
I said it's levels to this shit I think I just passed level 8
Funny in this bitch how I keep laughing to the bank
It's funny cause this nigga gon' get cased
He get closed casketed that's from close range
Corny gold medallions said fuck the gold chains
I just need my houses big and wealth for generations
Gotta speak it to existence til the day I finally make it