Chicken

I'm a real deep thinker, you know?

Sometimes it don't even be about nothing serious

I'm just real observant; and I know this

Why do you niggas be hatin' man?

Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission

Nigga on the grind

Trying to hustle for the chicken

I ain't really tripping, dog, I'm with it if you with it

Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute

Take it to the limit, I mean, why not

I really had to earn everything I got

Look back at 'em and I said, "bye, bye"

Laughing at these niggas like, "ha! Ha!"

Why you worshiping money? What's close to a nigga

All hooks, no bars, I'm exposing you niggas

Scared to fall in love, they just ho's to a nigga

Hit it one time, she propose to a nigga

Let me get a chance

Fifteen my brother dies, wasn't in the plans

Step-pops in the fans so I've been the man

I'ma keep killing beats, let them niggas dance

Thinkin of the times I was starvin'

Home was for my daughter but the pain make me harder

Jumping off the bench cause the game need a starter

Current top five bring my name up regardless

Bro you know you flow trashy

I don't like you nigga if you wanted it then get at me

Pretty boy style but I keep the hair nappy

Turn Kylie to a women

Have her stuntin' like her daddy

Got the hustle of an athlete

Keep your mind subtle you in trouble if you lackin'

It's practice, double up the madness

A budget for the fashion and a hundred for the taxes

Obama tryin' to jack us

Die for my tribe man these niggas got it backwards

No love for these bastards

All for my ex she ain't never been a factor

Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission

Nigga on the grind

Trying to hustle for the chicken

I ain't really tripping, dog, I'm with it if you with it

Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute

Take it to the limit, I mean, why not

I really had to earn everything I got

Look back at 'em and I said, "bye, bye"

Laughing at these niggas like, "ha! Ha!"

From Afghanistan where you never get a chance

And the rest of the world treats you lesser then a man

Doing what I can but the pressure in the plan

Homeless with a child, had to dress her in the Van

You wouldn't understand so just call me what I am

I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake, my nigga, Aubrey got the Grams

Tomorrow's never promised so I party with the fam

I need it more then you, I'm so sorry for this man

I'm feeling blessed lately, selling out shows

Now the ho's wanna date me

You don't like me now, I'ma probably make you hate me

Made my mamma proud, give a hell why you rate me

Yeah, now it's back to the basics

He gave me the vision, thankin' God for the Lasik

Praise every quote, so close, I can taste it

All I know is three's, 'til them niggas learn the language

I met a chick out in Portland

Face wasn't nothin' but her lips were enormous

Tits made her gorgeous

The hips was proportional

Only call me daddy, think I turned her to an orphan

We gonna end up with a fortune

Scoop your gal up cause the engine full of horses

I pray we make it to the morning

Album number one, you can take it as a warning

Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission

Nigga on the grind

Trying to hustle for the chicken

I ain't really tripping, dog, I'm with it if you with it

Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute

Take it to the limit, I mean, why not

I really had to earn everything I got

Look back at 'em and I said, "bye, bye"

Laughing at these niggas like, "ha! Ha!"