Shirt by Givenchy

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