Yeah, okay The odds always against me, I done pulled up in the Bentley
Shit, I swear I had to do it for them days I did the rentin´, yeah Fuck whoever sent ya and them boys that go against me I been in here for ten years just like I´m signin´ for a century Had to read up with you bitches twenty times now Watch y´all nerve, got in a hurry, I tried to run off cool, let me find out I used to work that nine-to-five until I signed out Went to jail, got off on bail, I bonded, I was cookin´ at nigga´s mom´s house Niggas don´t know what the fuck a nigga been through You don´t know about that pain all in my heart when niggas spin through Tell me you was with me, no, the fuck you niggas wasn´t
When them choppas get to bustin´, I did that one for my cousin Corner store know I´m the man When I´m poppin´ with these fours and plus these grams, they got me goin´ Rain, water, hail and random snow I´m blowin´ I´m a familiar face with all them things they see me at the trap, it´s like I´m glowin´ Highlighter, marker, pull up on your side and park it We ain´t got no time for talkin´, you get on that time, I spark it Bullets comin´ sharper than a pine-u-porcer, porcupiner Plus I´m out that store, I´m buyin´ more designer First deal I flip it with my nigga, shit, you know I signed it Shit, you know I came up from the bottom, shit, I told ´em, "Load the choppas"
We fucked most the hoes in the city, I know your ho gon´ know my partners Flyin´ to resorts and islands, I´m tryin´ not to resort to violence
And all y´all bitches tryna bury me, but niggas can´t discourage me These hoes wan´ fuck me urgently and I´m countin´ different currencies I got a Grammy in the street right now, currently The niggas that keep claimin´ that they gon´ murder me still ain´t never murdered me I mix the Black Leprechaun with the zaza Niggas talk, it´s got to Tata, talk to Tata I got the stick, it´s doin´ magic tricks like, nigga, voila Tada, shoot the nigga, blow his whole mata Nah, he was trippin´, so they blew his biscuit out his Popeyes
He shouldn´t have fucked with the Jamaican niggas, they deal with slot ties We talkin´ scoreboard, all my niggas top five Ready to pour Tobasco sauce all on a nigga hot fry Tory, nigga
Please, uh, I need hella peace tryna stack these money trees I remember when a goal was just a hundred Gs No one ever did it like me, so they come at me, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta Nigga, headshots come for free, yeah, yeah
I went from sleepin´ on the floor to the mattress with the air And every time they cut my lights, it was candle matches everywhere And I was cuttin´ through this work like it was axes everywhere I´m somewhere tryna live my life like I pay taxes every year I want the car way out in Beverly, so I started out there heavily Tellin´ plugs, "You fucked, you picked somebody else instead of me" I started two Os in one line like the letter B Pourin´ with some shooters, they so hectic, you just let it be Tall guy, really I´m a dog, that´s my pedigree That´s why shawty got her paws on my denim jeans Slatt five if a nigga call himself my enemy
Don´t make me be remembered for turnin´ all of y´all to memories Runnin´ through the feelings, if I come to do a drill You know I come to hunt the killers, ´bout a hundred blunts I peeled I been workin´ hard, bitch, I´m goin´ number one this year And all my competition really gotta sum it up in fear, that´s for real
Please, uh, I need hella peace tryna stack these money trees I remember when a goal was just a hundred Gs No one ever did it like me so they come at me, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta Nigga, headshots come for free