Mm, say fuck the critics, I´m a boss I done took loss after loss It´s hard to go back being broke when every day, you let it floss
What´s a fish to a piranha? What´s a puppy to a dog? What´s a victim to a killer? What´s a baboon to King Kong? What´s life without death? What´s a bitch without stress? What´s a Glock without my 9, we hit the streets and make mess What´s me without you? You don´t know the things that I do You don´t believe me, it´s cool, baby, you won´t ´til it´s proof I used to picture bein´ like what my mama and daddy had ´Til my daddy up and left at twelve and I miss my daddy bad Had a lot that was on my mind, I ain´t had no course that I could crash
So get the phone and hit the bros, we´ll hit the shows and show our ass Hard times, they never last But this hard, I hope it last I´m tryna love ya to the moon and back, but I don´t wanna move too fast I know you break, feel like some glass You might break, I´ll make ya laugh You ignorin´ the red flags, but hide your pain up with a mask
So I say seven days a week Hundred sixty-eight hours I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain´t mine, baby, it´s ours For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
So I say seven days a week Hundred sixty-eight hours I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain´t mine, baby, it´s ours For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead
What´s me without the bros? What´s the bros without some hoes? What´s tool without that fft? That´s like Pharrell with no clothes We´ll hit the block and make shows We from the 9, don´t throw 4s What´s bro without that cup that he won´t kick? Pour some more Tell me, what´s you without your friends? They all bad, you call ´em "twin"
You duckin´, dodgin´ through these streets and fucked up world we livin´ in You messed with lames before, but you won´t ever go do that again You want someone that tote that fire, I hit that block, I spin that bend So bae, what´s me without my fire? What´s the number on the Gen? We did so much to niggas, niggas think it´s cool to make amends If you don´t like me, don´t pretend ´Cause bae, I´m in it for the win And I ain´t sayin´ that it´s right, but all for you, commit a sin See, all for you, I stand on ten With my back against the wall I´m leavin´ shit stains on the floor, niggas makin´ messes out they drawers
I´ll do whatever that you want Just say the word, they´ll send a car Put that signal in the sky, I´ll hit the streets and risk it all, so you know
So I say seven days a week Hundred sixty-eight hours I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain´t mine, baby, it´s ours For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead So I say seven days a week Hundred sixty-eight hours I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain´t mine, baby, it´s ours
For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead