(CashMoneyAP)
(BatGang got that heat, boy)
(VVS got the juice, ho)

I´m makin´ progress now, I put the blueprint down

I bought a blueberry phone, I´m in a new whip now
I started him off with a zip, he get a few bricks now
I got a Starbucks boomin´, I make a ship touch down
South Twelfth, I really got it off the curb
And don´t get the respect that I deserve, but I´m Muslim now
Back when it was only me and DJ Earl, when I told him I´m gon´ take over the world
It was just me and my girl
First mixtape flopped, that was that nerve
Tryna lock it down for self-respect, I might be on the verge
Told  to come record me on the road, told me, "No"
Although it hurt, Brasi never got deterred
Everything that I was loyal to, it dragged me through the dirt, that´s my word

I got love for a gangster, shed blood for a gangster
But people drag your name through the mud when you a gangster
Still got love for  and I don´t take nothin´ from him
I´m up in rank and I ain´t pushed one button
Tatted with faces, I ain´t get none covered
Put ´em in place and I ain´t get nothin´ from it
I know they still tryna get somethin´ punished
The godmother gave me comfort, I´m protected on that other end
Money on my top, receivin´ blessings on that other end
Too afraid of organizations, it gotta fall
Watch I put another secret compartment inside the wall
Free my dawgs behind the wall, may Allah be with us all

Feel no respect, oh, watch I give this shit my all
Peewee league, peewee cheese, why not get what you can handle?
But monkeys can´t be sellin´ no bananas
Don´t let that go over your head, I was only tryna give you an example
Just know I´m in that bracket, I don´t do no flexin´ and controllin´, I´m demandin´
Slum lord, standin´ in the trenches with that package
Landed back in Cali, shout the Texans, say it landed
Shoutout Canada, what´s happenin´?

Wagwan, super
Brasi say, "What´s happenin´?"
Askin´ for my number, baby, sorry, you can´t have it

Can´t give her no dick, it´ll make the bitch believe in magic
I can´t give you no energy ´cause you just a distraction
No goin´ backwards, if you not addin´, subtraction
And all the pain that I deal with turn into passion
Angelic form when I put it on, I been fastin´
When in the car, please don´t be alarmed, ain´t no traction
I married someone from Louisiana with no accent
And when she dance, movin´ all that ass, that´s that action
And when she smile, know that drive me wild, her reactions
And we done turned up, we done built ourself a mansion

It´s been a long road up and down, now we happy
You lookin´ for a microwave blessin´, it won´t happen
It won´t happen
You lookin´ for a microwave blessin´, it won´t happen
I-I-It won´t happen