I Ain't Made It Yet

I ain't made it yet, I still fuck with the fiends

I got so much rank that in my hood, they treat me like a king

Get a million for an EP, fuck doin' shit for free

I ain't payin' for no killings, they gon' do it 'cause it's me

Got a crew of youngins sweepin' shit up like they Mr. Clean

I'm a ghetto-ass nigga, clean my ice with Listerine

You a pillow talkin'-ass nigga, you might tell everythin'

I been fuckin' on these famous hoes, this shit was just a dream

Ayy, I ain't made it yet, I'll be there in fifteen

Nigga want three thousand beans, ridin' dirty, sippin' clean

I'm a get a bag nigga, all my clothes from overseas

He ain't bought no ice in years, tell that nigga go to sleep (Flex, you're the best)

Know these niggas extra, but I know it ain't no pressure

Know they sleepin' on the twin-size, ain't no dresser

Every time I post on Instagram, that shit depressin'

You want a million milligrams, nigga, I'm in Texas

Put ass and titties on my bitch, I call her my investment

Sold a half a turkey wing and collard greens, but I ain't have no dresser

Every time I post on Instagram, these bitches get to textin'

We can meet outside of any mall, let's see who get the freshest

If you meetin' me in Louis, that's a couple bands extra

I'm in the fittin' room over by the men's section

If we meetin' in Atlanta, then I'm over by Grady

Mad as hell these niggas got me servin' out the 580

When I'm wrong, I buy my bitch Chanel 'cause she a cry baby

I spent a half a mil' on two whips like, "Fuck the 580"

I fuck your ho so good, I make her throw away that vibrator

You can't get up with me, the chance is slim, I think you nigga shady

I'm in a Lamb' truck with two hoes, we all on one thing

Hit the road, walk through a few doors, make 35K

Thank God every day, I ain't them niggas I hate

If I can't sell it in the hood, then I can flip it, tri-state

Go anywhere, I know I'm good, got a million-dollar face

I touched down without no entourage, just brought a bunch of pape'

Punch a pussy nigga teeth out, don't be playin' in my face, slime

Drunk as hell behind the wheel, I'm swervin' like I can't drive

Buy the old school, I spent ten thousand on a paint job

We the ones who still havin' motion on the paper side

Jealous-ass niggas crackin' jokes on the hater side

Meanwhile, they workin' shitty jobs, barely gettin' by

Meanwhile, I'm countin' fifty thou', eatin' chili fries

Heard a nigga tagged me on the 'Gram got hospitalized

All my boys pullin' up on me, I done gentrified

You the nigga finished in the club, I identify

Magic City, got a sixty out us, it's just me and P

We can't lose this footage, nigga, get this shit on DVD

Million-dollar nigga, still I ask to use your EBT

Know these niggas rattin', still l'm beggin' you to keep it street

Know these niggas rattin', still I'm beggin' you to keep it street

Million-dollar nigga, still I ask to use your EBT