Zero Cents (feat. Kase)

This is the one
This is the one
Ya

I'm just on my grind
Why you got to hate me

All that sneak dissing
Ya that shit don't really phase me

Smoking all the time
But I could never get lazy

Told my ex my dream
But she told me that I'm crazy

Hit the money dance
In the Benz with dead Benjamins

I don't got no friends
I got my brothers and dead presidents

Internet thuggin then we'll pull up to your residence

Didn't have no option
Had to trap that shit makes zero sense

My life pretty good
But I really want more

Might sound crazy
Cause a nigga not poor

I'm a good person
You can see it in my core

My heart been broke
My trust been torn

I ask God why knock
No one really at the door

But it's all good
Cause my future is on tours

Never played polo
But I'm riding in a Porsche

Staying on track
Never get off course

Of course I do it for my mom and my family
Twelve seasons been getting money Grey's Anatomy

You know I'm in the field
Nigga never been on the bench

You already know I got your stripping
Like a strip club you already know I been a thug

But I don't say shit
I keep quiet

Niggas talking shit
And you riding in a hybrid

You niggas is some hoes
And I'm riding in a Maserati

I'm just on my grind
Why you got to hate me

All that sneak dissing
Ya that shit don't really phase me

Smoking all the time
But I could never get lazy

Told my ex my dream
But she told me that I'm crazy

Hit the money dance
In the Benz with dead Benjamins

I don't got no friends
I got my brothers and dead presidents

Internet thuggin then we'll pull up to your residence

Didn't have no option
Had to trap that shit makes zero sense

Rocking True's they kind of loose
But imma fill them with the racks

Remember I was chilling in the back
I wasn't feeling that

Now I'm the front seat
Now you feeling me that's kind of trash

You a fake and
You a snake
You just mad cause I'm stating facts

Sipping on this Hennessey
That shit give me that energy

Remember we was brothers
But you turned into a enemy

Caught you stealing crumbs
C'mon homie you no friend of me

You was capping
Now I'm laughing
Funny Bill Bellamy

Remember I was trapping
On the playground with the Jansport

Now I'm rocking Sprayground
And I'm whipping in a fast Porshe

Rocking chains but shit ain't changed
On papers waiting for a court

Been a thug and bitch
You a dub I had to hit abort

I can't love no bitch
Sorry baby you know how I roll

I could never fold on the bros
Baby my heart cold

I don't got the time
I'm on my grind

I hope you understand
All my brothers keep their arms strapped up like the Taliban

I'm just on my grind
Why you got to hate me

All that sneak dissing
Ya that shit don't really phase me

Smoking all the time
But I could never get lazy

Told my ex my dream
But she told me that I'm crazy

Hit the money dance
In the Benz with dead Benjamins

I don't got no friends
I got my brothers and dead presidents

Internet thuggin then we'll pull up to your residence

Didn't have no option
Had to trap that shit makes zero sense

Like when I was in middle school
I had to ride a bike to school

That shit was pretty whack
But now I'm riding foreign's in the back

I don't even drive my shit
I got a driver for that

I pay him cash ya I do it
Underneath the table like that

I'm not on the books
The government can eat my ass

Fuck all that shit
You know I'm right on track

I took the harder way
And I never had a penny

Every time I get a bitch
I take that bitch to Denny's

Or I Hop
Get that bitch some pancakes
With some syrup
Ya I give her a cream top
Call that bitch a mean bop
Cause she gives some mean top