EQUITY

I step in this bitch like I own it
Left with his bitch thats a bonus
Expect to get rich in like 5 years or less
CWG yeah live in the flesh
Used to be live on the 'Spect
Where they die for respect
I'm live and direct
Why is you pressed
Don't come around I might get upset
I'm liable to trip my tribe been a mess
Fuck it I'm saying
I need that equity
I need to become a better
Folks to treat me like celebrity
Especially when all these haters wish death on me
Lord, leave your opinions out my inbox
Weed in my system eyes blood shot
Don't become a victim of the streets
Where you living in the weakest conditions said fuck y'all
I had to make a change
My minds as sharp as a razor blade
Give me the keys to the city like Nipsey but I feel like Wiz because my clothes are tailor (Taylor) made
Ima smokeheavy connoisseur
They way you rap got me feeling kinda bored, yeah
Feels like I got hurt put on injury reserve came up off the bench
Hit the floor and finally scored, yeah
Bring it to your porch like DoorDash
Came inside leave your girl with a sore back
Your cap spit trash ignore facts
Y'all sleep on me like Snorlax

I need to realign my chakras
Need to leave behind these oppas
Step in the bitch like I own it
I'm saying all of y'all bogus
I'm saying all of y'all bogus
Bragging and boasting on hoe shit
I'm saying all of y'all bogus
Step in this bitch like I own it

Still on the east
Y'all sleep on me no pillows or sheets
I feel like Will rebuilding the streets
One brick at a time 'till the ceiling gets reached
I'm lighting spliffs in a penthouse
I need some buildings to rent out
You at the store with your hand out
But that's some shit we don't speak 'bout
Ima just keep it on the hush
On the low gotta go I ain't never got a rush
From kicking a mothafucka when they down and out
Should've known y'all some hoes from the jump who's clowning now
When I'm laughing to the bank
With a fine ass shawty matching all the dank that I'm pulling out
Y'all don't wanna see me win
Been trying to pull me down
When it's sink or swim
I'm never gonna drown
My legs don't shake during earthquakes
Want smoke take an 8th straight to your face
It's laced okay it's in poor taste
To say I can only make third base
I'm M.J. when they doubt me
Free throw both eyes closed with my mouthpiece
Retire my jersey hung up with the greats
That's a big Eastside thrown up in your face
Ew bitch ain't shit change
Except the tax bracket when I file my claim
Move bitch get out the way
I'm out in LA trying to get paid
Don't call my phone
I just posted that I'm not at home
Caught another flight like late last night
On my Billy Armstrong I walk alone