Reputation (feat. Blac Chris)

Tell em check my background, tell em just check my background
Old friends missin' the vibe, yeah they want me back round
I won't even answer the phone, but I'm in my zone
Mama raised us on the old, we gon' die alone

Growing up, learning, a lot of bridges was burning
Clock still turning, respect the money we earning
Please follow your dreams, I got plenty of those
Pain flows, I'm a real chick, no it ain't too many those

Get up off your ass and get some cash, lil' mama
When you get into it, it's gon' bring a lil' drama
Who said it would be easy, lil' man
Focus on your dreams while you can, yes you can

We just gotta learn to love a lil' bit harder
Black on black crimes, can we get a lil' smarter
Never ever get it, no I'll never ever get it
Tryna change the world, now tell me is you with it, ay

We get high just to balance out the pain
Crying these materials and now I need a chain
Tryna fit in, I pull the fit out
Fresh panties, that's what all this shit about

Praying for the women and the men in the pen
Hold your head high, God got you in the end, ay
This is for my people who I wore what they sell
Get your mind right, it's all about the family wealth

Ay, plenty of dreams, that shit crazy
I got hella goals, call me hat trick Swayze
Black Chris, see more like a black Slim Shady
Bad bitch, she look like a actress, I ain't never had shit

Now I got designer armpit and all these backwoods
Born in my styrofoam, nigga got a buzz like they put me on silent mode
I'm getting green, big green like dinosaurs, you just heard a lion roar
Don't get big bitch, this shit vintage

I get lifted, I get high, you only see me from a distance
I get by like I been doing from a infant
Till you still a little nigga
Pussy boy, change your gender like Kendall nigga

I get rid of niggas like goodbye, but I need to get right
I don't need no insight, got my people inside
And that's why we get high
We get high just to balance out the pain

Buying these materials and now I need to change
Try to fit in, I pull the fit out
Got your pair of J's, what's all this shit about
Praying for the women and the men and the pen

Hold your head high, God got you in the end
Ay, this is for my people who I wore what they sell
Get your mind right, it's all about the family wealth
Get your mind right, it's all about the family wealth