Starter

Back when I was on the bench

Back when I was on the bench I knew I was gone be a starter
I knew I was gone have a Rarri back when I was riding Marta
Bag full of money I'm in the yo this a reflection of me
I ran it up off wish me well I could tell that it was destined for me
They gone pay to see a nigga fail I hope they keep they receipt
These niggas be hatin' and bitches be hatin' somebody tell me why they messing wit me
Bitch was curving me when I was broke I guess she thought she was better than me
Now she worship me like I'm a God your honor your honor your excellency

Look she texting me tryna get wit me I do not give a damn I got no sympathy
When I was on the run 23 and 1 lockdown you ain't have shit for me
But I don't fall off I jus ball dawg I never played in no little league
Stayed down bought her double C
Trackhawk this ain't no SRT
I was just down bad dead broke on my dick til I got out and whipped up a recipe
Big Zay that's my right hand man but he crippin' so he on the left of me
Got a big crib now I'm rocking Givenchy
Guess sitting in that cell really brought out the best of me
They want me to fail but it's multiple choice so I guess that's why these fuck niggas keep Testing me

Back when I was on the bench I knew I was gone be a starter
I knew I was gone have a Rarri back when I was riding Marta
Bag full of money I'm in the yo this a reflection of me
I ran it up off wish me well I could tell that it was destined for me
They gone pay to see a nigga fail I hope they keep they receipt
These niggas be hatin' and bitches be hatin' somebody tell me why they messing wit me
Bitch was curving me when I was broke I guess she thought she was better than me
Now she worship me like I'm a God your honor your honor your excellency



Credits
Writer(s): Jarvis Boykin
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