I probably need to stop smokin' this gas but at the same time I know
I ain't gone stop smokin' this motherfuckin' gas nigga on jesus
Probably would've sold my soul
But I could never put a price on it
Pockets swole I could never put ice on it
Pussy good but I could never roll the dice on it
You could waste a lifetime waiting on the right moment
Came back more focused I'm the new Hova
Used to need a major label to become a mogul
Independent tell Interscope to move over
My young niggas pourin' Wok in a cream soda
Had to quit it start to feel it when you get older
Real nigga from the hood, from the Magnolia
11 Years old doctor told me I was bipolar
Told Mama "I ain't takin' no medicine"
Quit school like fuck a prerequisite
Introverted still workin' on my etiquette
Silenced all the haters disappointed all the pessimists
Feel like no one can stop me
And me and lil brudda been chasin' a check since 'Hauraches'
I'm fuckin yo lil bitch to to 'Toxic'
It's a difference between us you treat that bitch like you need her
I treat that bitch like a option
My young nigga ready to crash he gone slide for a zip of this gas 4 percs and a roxy
Flow godly, they say I'm too modest
They probably right but this music a hobby
Still harder than your favorite rapper in my free time
Probably posted up like a street sign on the Eastside gettin' three high
Made his bitch do a back bend, that was back when
Hoes thought we was gettin' a back end, when really we was gettin' them bags in
Mable Street turned me to a savage, used pussy bought it as is still in good condition
I might drop the engine, swap the transmission, ride her till she slippin' then dismiss it
If he diss me he get disfigured. I'm not playing with no nigga
We send shots don't post pictures. We spin blocks leave no witness
I'm never worried bout no opp cause I'll smoke a nigga like it's 4-20
My mama raised two boys and I swear to God ain't no hoe in us bitch