Legit (feat. Styles P, Don Q & Cap Tha Don)

I been trapping since a jit
I'm tryina go legit
Say they want smoke
But they wouldn't even smoke a skimp
Only one percent of real niggas make it in
The other ninety nine just be faking shit
Went to tryouts they had favorites
I ain't make the list
So I turned my school to the trap
And started making flips
Taking trips
Bustin' plates
I had to get my weight up
I been going so hard
I kinda see why they hate us
Its crazy how the paper make a nigga change up
Just know that I clapped if I ever lay up
Real recognize real and most these mo'fuckers strangers
Can't tell you how fake feels
But I know the shit is dangerous
Niggas writing statements
Tryina make a statement
Them type of niggas have problems with you but never say shit
Yeah
You can't trust nobody
How they say they shooters but they ain't got no bodies
Talking crazy went and got ya self bodied
That's what you call karma choose what you do wisely

Scum head hard head
That barely heard what mama said
Gun talk to me
I could tell ya what the llama said
Excessive with the hand to hand
Agressive with the rage and the gauge
I don't care if its a crew or a man to man
Work going van to van
State to state
Gate to gate
Homie got the dog food
Whole strip ate the plate
Turned over a new leaf
Exotic in a new leaf
I just say my life
Fuck a pen and a loose leaf
Told the homie Gemini
My son is a Gemini
Family first
Niggas violate
Then ten will fly
Hit em in the face
It's hard to identify
Fuckin wit the ghost
Mastermind of the enterprise

Mind ya business while I attend to mine
Sold nicks and dimes
Tuck the fifty's and blues
Give wifey the tens and fives
Can't be content with just gettin by
A nigga fly
Walk through
Bitches get hypnotized and mesmerized
Pull up on the plug and push plates
That's exercise
Then sit up on the money
Till high enough to get recognized
My mans charge niggas to cook
And he keep the extras
Over the stove with either hand
He amberdextrious
Zion to the rookies
Mix the runtz with the Wookies
Most likely it's a show
If these niggas tryina book me
Pounds of the Cookie
I could still whip a cookie
Half a man with a half a man
Is what it took me
Fifty grams in a oj
Just seen my oye's
From the era before the Uber
How I maneuver
Now I see why these niggas Envy Me
Blame them niggas in the Mpv
You the real mvp

I got thirty Gs in my Louis Fanny pack
My man made thirty gs today
And he gambled that
Kept on aceing out
He just couldn't beat the Duce
They told you, you gon' make it out
Come look at us and see the proof
I'm in Dior
I just put my whore in some Valentino boots
Thug life to the core
Like shakur When he link wit snoop
I like to pour my lean in the juice
Yeah it give me a boost
Shit was mean
I was teen
Selling weed on the stoop
Never wanted to be gangsta
But I adapted
I VV everything
Now my chain look holographic
My homie said
The streets need to thank ya for making classics
Can't do nothing plain
My blanket designer fabric