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Now I ain't comin' for the title, but I'll take it if it's mine though
Labels want percentage? You could save it like it's Geico
I ain't doin' business with you lizards in my iPhone
They know I got a eagle eye and lately I been flyin' low
I been plyin' pressure, now I got what I applied for
I found out that diamonds just don't hit like all my milestones
I make in a year what rappers in my city sign for
Twenty-five to life and they ain't ever seen a dime, hoe
SA town, throwin' round my sound like a quarterback
Where your quarters at? I'm in my bag, where my quarters at
You imagine ballin', y'all ain't even where the court is at
So heads up they tellin' tales, somethin' like a quarter's back
They hit up my line, they getting declined, can't put these commas on hold
At twenty-four, made twenty-five in just a month, yeah, I know
I been on my grind, they typin' online, "he changed"
Ha, you right though
The state of my mind, been takin' flights, I finally stepped out of fight mode
Got way too much to lose, think it's time I pay my dues
So I just booked dinner for one and popped a bottle too
Aye nah I'm trippin', can't forget the ones who said I'd lose
Shots on me, I'll send a few, it's not the goose
Yeah, we had roaches in our kitchen, clothes and dishes
In my notebooks, had to squish them 'fore teachers would get suspicious
I was hoping, wishing, but that hope shit and bitching
I learned is so inefficient, I made some hooks and lines
And that shit thrown to the fishes, let the Lord be my witness
That pinching penny shit finished, labels beg for percentage
While I sip Henny in Venice, I might just stay independent like VVS's
But I can't give a fuck bout a necklace
Until we good back home, I'm tryna bring them racks home
Don't know when my last song, I gotta bring it back to him
Hopefully in time for grandma, grandpa missed it last November
Can't help but remember, life don't really last long
So nah, I ain't come here to play, my name here to stay
All of my numbers up, up and away, what's up, you say? I got nothin' to say
I say enough with what's up in the safe, I'm upping the raid if you buggin' today
He a bitch, I could tell, best tuck it away
See how I ball? That's a bucket display
But I'm still ridin' round Texas in my Versa
Mama came to visit, had to tell her, put your purse up
Spent a couple thou, had to burn some
And by the way we livin' now, they can't believe that we were hurt once
Haters real quiet, I thought I heard some?
They pay so much attention to me, baby, I can't reimburse them
Halfway through my second year and I tripled my first one
So tell that bitch get back in here, ain't finished till the hearse come
Till the hearse come