Introduction

I'm hearing the talking
But I'ma ignore it
If they mention my name
I'm bending this foreign
Enough of the talking
Let's get it down let's get to the facts
Niggas be rapping I swear that they wack
If they speak on me they ass getting clapped

Bitch I'm baller I'm came off the bench
Came from the trenches no need to pretend
Took all my loses I need me a win
Remember this dream from when I was a kid
It was a dream
Got me team
We Ran up a bag til we got to mill
No cap in my rap I grew up in field
Ain't been the same since my dawg got killed
My heart got colder
But I got older
Nothing but pressure no food on plate
But ima solider
Breaking down boulders
Nigga is crazy ain't taking my place
Why would they think
They fucking me all the work and the pain they seen me put in it
Niggas all cap I swear they pretend
Turnt your back on me you was never a friend

But enough of the bullshit
Ima go full clip
On some shit that's as long as a broomstick
You might just end up on the news clip
Cus me ima demon a savage
I promise that it could get tactic
1900 on a jacket
From the rags I was born to live lavish
Next up a need a Ashton
Pray to god I don't crash
Last week I got a ghost
License plate say St. Patrick
My bitch got me a new pateck
But I think I want a audumar
Got me Feeling like pop
Nigga I'm up in all the stores
Christian Dior sneakers
Member them days we was up in the bleachers
Now I make more then my teachers
Niggas be chasing me down just for features
I swear that I told em I'm different
These niggas was laughing and said I was tripping
Now they be all on my line they wanting my time tryna beg me for tickets



Credits
Writer(s): Quientin Figgures
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