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I'm a product of how I was brought up
Everyone bought up the Fortune 500 from startup
I know I'm fortunate I ain't get shot up
I just hit the charts and I shot up
Now I'm 'bout to bring Jayxin and Vonte and Scott up
You through with if you ain't been caught up
What they talkin' 'bout if it's not us?
What they talkin' 'bout if it's not us?
Straight out Jack City, got some raps with me
All my naps pretty, all my raps witty
Got a ten texting, say the cat miss me
Got your hit records on the Mac mini
I'ma spend extra if the pack pissy
I'm a real blessing
Bless my niggas that ate scraps with me
Treat 'em stiff it they ain't stack with me
In the field
But it's some majors in the back with me
It was angels in the trap with me
I put them angels on the track with me
I went to Heaven, brought a bag with me
I brought the Devil out to scrap with me
I challenged death and got a bag, winning
They gotta level up to match with me
Forty-three do it for the three
In the four of free, niggas growing wings
I said it's cool but they know it's heat
I never move unless I need
I was fourteen when we for the team
Now everything I do is for the team
Accept the pearly gates before defeat
Expect a victory before the peace
Hit the roof like a lightning bolt
Hit the booth like a right to vote
They done made it out of mattresses
So I ain't sleeping, bitch I'm practicing
With the crew like I like to roll
Finished school, would you like to roll?
Back to Heaven, would you like to go?
I'm a product of how I was brought up
Everyone bought up the Fortune 500 from startup
I know I'm fortunate I ain't get shot up
I just hit the charts and I shot up
Now I'm 'bout to bring Jayxin and Vonte and Scott up
You through with if you ain't been caught up
What they talkin' 'bout if it's not us?
What they talkin' 'bout if it's not us?
Watch out
Chill, ay, come on Kenny, bruh
Chill out, bruh (ay bruh, chill, chill, chill)
Watch out, bruh, that dog big as fuck
Bruh (get yo' dog, get yo' dog, bruh)
That shit bite me bruh (chill, chill)
(Ay, chill, chill, chill) Come on, bruh, chill
Ay, watch out, watch out, watch out
Come on bruh
Everyone bought up the Fortune 500 from startup
I know I'm fortunate I ain't get shot up
I just hit the charts and I shot up
Now I'm 'bout to bring Jayxin and Vonte and Scott up
You through with if you ain't been caught up
What they talkin' 'bout if it's not us?
What they talkin' 'bout if it's not us?
Straight out Jack City, got some raps with me
All my naps pretty, all my raps witty
Got a ten texting, say the cat miss me
Got your hit records on the Mac mini
I'ma spend extra if the pack pissy
I'm a real blessing
Bless my niggas that ate scraps with me
Treat 'em stiff it they ain't stack with me
In the field
But it's some majors in the back with me
It was angels in the trap with me
I put them angels on the track with me
I went to Heaven, brought a bag with me
I brought the Devil out to scrap with me
I challenged death and got a bag, winning
They gotta level up to match with me
Forty-three do it for the three
In the four of free, niggas growing wings
I said it's cool but they know it's heat
I never move unless I need
I was fourteen when we for the team
Now everything I do is for the team
Accept the pearly gates before defeat
Expect a victory before the peace
Hit the roof like a lightning bolt
Hit the booth like a right to vote
They done made it out of mattresses
So I ain't sleeping, bitch I'm practicing
With the crew like I like to roll
Finished school, would you like to roll?
Back to Heaven, would you like to go?
I'm a product of how I was brought up
Everyone bought up the Fortune 500 from startup
I know I'm fortunate I ain't get shot up
I just hit the charts and I shot up
Now I'm 'bout to bring Jayxin and Vonte and Scott up
You through with if you ain't been caught up
What they talkin' 'bout if it's not us?
What they talkin' 'bout if it's not us?
Watch out
Chill, ay, come on Kenny, bruh
Chill out, bruh (ay bruh, chill, chill, chill)
Watch out, bruh, that dog big as fuck
Bruh (get yo' dog, get yo' dog, bruh)
That shit bite me bruh (chill, chill)
(Ay, chill, chill, chill) Come on, bruh, chill
Ay, watch out, watch out, watch out
Come on bruh
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Writer(s): Edwin Green, Jose Julian De La Cruz
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