[Big Sean] Niggas prayin´ on my downfall (Straight up) These niggas prayin´ on my downfall Straight up from the bleachers, but I´m a different creature
I bring shit to the table, I ain´t fuckin´ with no leechers (No) Dope dick, oh shit, I gave my bitch a seizure (Damn) Knew somethin´ was weird when stepbro had a kitchen full of beakers And he ain´t no chem teacher (Yeah) I looked up to that nigga, then I looked up to the preacher, that´s why a nigga be preachin´ (Preachin´) I can´t fuck with people who ain´t passionate, I´m adamant If it´s my plan, it´s elaborate Dropped out of State, but a nigga still done mastered it If it´s my shit, I´m smashin´ it (Woah) Your shit, I´m snatchin´ it (Woah) Holy Jesus, Lazarus
AI braids, so don´t be talkin´ ´bout no practice, bitch (Lil´ bitch) I done been around actors and activists I can get money alone or collaborative I can take a pic with a bad bitch and afterwards she a badder bitch, that´s facts
[Tee Grizzley] Yeah, I went to Cody and Dixon (Both) Three dollars to my name, got a juice and a McChicken (Starvin´) Call in some Coney, it´s gon´ be done in twenty minutes Don´t go up there without no strap, might have to bang it out with some niggas, wait, hold up Went on Google, when I looked up your lyrics, they ain´t have no meaning in ´em Pourin´ Actavis on my bullets, might have to lean a nigga
Yeah, she bad, but I can´t wife her if she been seen with niggas I´d rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy niggas Like Mike dropped, I´m like, "I wish I was Lil Bow Wow" Unc´ like, "Never wish you was another nigga" It ain´t fuck these niggas, but fuck these niggas Asked am I happy with this money? Bitch, I´m happy to be livin´ I was makin´ a sandwich, they started shootin´ through the kitchen I got lower than a midget, bullets crashin´ through them dishes Ayy, I´m really from them trenches (Really) Nigga sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures Ayy, man, these niggas bitches
If I don´t do that real nigga shit, how they gon´ see it? All these other rappers killers or drippin´ like greasy pizza (Fake-ass niggas) All that shit smoke and mirrors, Arabic shisha (Yup) Start talkin´ to moon, God made me a different creature, ah Remember when I almost gave up on this music shit? (I did) Highly favored, ayy, I really dodged a Boosie bid (I did, nigga) She see the Cuban, she gon´ wanna get that coochie hit (Come here) My chain got more fuckin´ colors than a Coogi fit Stay talkin´ ´bout me, tell ´em tell you how I feel (Tell ´em) I thank God, he been workin´ harder than the devil (Amen)
I´m a black rich felon with some hit records Joy Road, what I been yellin´, niggas been tellin´ (Nigga) Care ´bout a lot, but I don´t give a fuck ´bout what it cost (I don´t) You ain´t gotta pay for nothin´, bitch, you with a boss (I got you) Just don´t go over your budget, that´s gon´ piss me off They wanna know my cologne, can´t let ´em get the sauce Love my hood, but you will never see me go there (Never) All that bein´ a real nigga shit ain´t get me nowhere (Nowhere) You love your hood? Nigga, fuck your hood See the world, go get a crib off the coast, live good
My whole hood got extinct over petty beef Niggas I looked up to growing up, they deceased (Dead) Wish they could have been here, damn, how I get here? God saved me with the rap game, even though this shit weird (Shit weird) Me and Shine, we put on for the crib Call us DTE ´cause we cut on the lights around that bitch (Facts) Fat ugly nigga get ´em wet like Pretty Ricky (I do) She gon´ throw it back for a Moncler and 50-50s On my mama, I was really in them trenches (In them trenches) They ain´t men, niggas bitches On my mama, I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)