I-35
Man, I did for y'all niggas, man
All y'all could've did was, say thanks
But, I ain't even that, fuck it
You know what I'm sayin'? Ungrateful
The champ is here
Uh, boy what you 'bout?
Niggas out here chasin' fame and the clout
Bitch, its Christo from the south
I'm just tryin' to get the cash and I'm out
Dump a Backwood, fill it bud
Pour a deuce, I don't snooze on the mud
Three bitches, I don't know who to love
Niggas snitchin', I don't know who to trust
I'ma playa and a skater, I'm a motivator
I'ma trapper and rapper, gettin' to the paper
If you ain't showin' love, nigga, you a hater
You a peon, talkin' to a gladiator
I be ridin' through the city, nigga, blowin' stanky
I'm a trill ass nigga and you nigga fakin'
Count cash, add it up, no calculator
Shawty bad, had to hit her with the hanky panky
I was just a lil' nigga gettin' to the money
I was kickin' flows from the night to the sun
I was makin' beats with a cough, nose runnin'
But, I'm like fuck it, who else gon get it done?
Three mixtapes 'fore I was twenty-one
I done had battle that I lost, and I won
I done had bread from a loaf, to crumb
But, I ain't gon' stop till my spot number one
Trappin' in and out my shawty apartments (trappin')
Prob'ly made plays out your mama crib (plays)
Joogin' out the Yaris and the Crown Vic (joogin')
Cuttin' off niggas that ain't 'bout shit (fuck 'em)
Lookin' like a whole in my pocket (nah)
That's why I don't fuck with these broke hoes (lame ass)
Worried 'bout spendin'? No profit?
Lame ass niggas you a bozo (bitch ass nigga)
I done know niggas servin' that oil (that oil)
I done know niggas writin' on Forbes (that Forbes)
I done know niggas servin' that girl (that girl)
I was late night trappin' at the 'burg' (that 'burg')
Christo, yea, I came from the 3rd (that what?)
Feelin' right, boy, I'm high as bird (so high)
Say clean, boy, I came from the dirt (stay clean)
Grind 'til I get what I deserve
Gotta stay kno when I ride wit the pies
Me and my niggas trappin' I-35
Smokin' dope while tweleve ride by
He don't know that I'm tryin' to strive and survive
Pussy ass niggas don't know my life
Still say thanks everyday I alive
Tooth for a tooth and eye for an eye
Live for the music and die for my guys
All y'all could've did was, say thanks
But, I ain't even that, fuck it
You know what I'm sayin'? Ungrateful
The champ is here
Uh, boy what you 'bout?
Niggas out here chasin' fame and the clout
Bitch, its Christo from the south
I'm just tryin' to get the cash and I'm out
Dump a Backwood, fill it bud
Pour a deuce, I don't snooze on the mud
Three bitches, I don't know who to love
Niggas snitchin', I don't know who to trust
I'ma playa and a skater, I'm a motivator
I'ma trapper and rapper, gettin' to the paper
If you ain't showin' love, nigga, you a hater
You a peon, talkin' to a gladiator
I be ridin' through the city, nigga, blowin' stanky
I'm a trill ass nigga and you nigga fakin'
Count cash, add it up, no calculator
Shawty bad, had to hit her with the hanky panky
I was just a lil' nigga gettin' to the money
I was kickin' flows from the night to the sun
I was makin' beats with a cough, nose runnin'
But, I'm like fuck it, who else gon get it done?
Three mixtapes 'fore I was twenty-one
I done had battle that I lost, and I won
I done had bread from a loaf, to crumb
But, I ain't gon' stop till my spot number one
Trappin' in and out my shawty apartments (trappin')
Prob'ly made plays out your mama crib (plays)
Joogin' out the Yaris and the Crown Vic (joogin')
Cuttin' off niggas that ain't 'bout shit (fuck 'em)
Lookin' like a whole in my pocket (nah)
That's why I don't fuck with these broke hoes (lame ass)
Worried 'bout spendin'? No profit?
Lame ass niggas you a bozo (bitch ass nigga)
I done know niggas servin' that oil (that oil)
I done know niggas writin' on Forbes (that Forbes)
I done know niggas servin' that girl (that girl)
I was late night trappin' at the 'burg' (that 'burg')
Christo, yea, I came from the 3rd (that what?)
Feelin' right, boy, I'm high as bird (so high)
Say clean, boy, I came from the dirt (stay clean)
Grind 'til I get what I deserve
Gotta stay kno when I ride wit the pies
Me and my niggas trappin' I-35
Smokin' dope while tweleve ride by
He don't know that I'm tryin' to strive and survive
Pussy ass niggas don't know my life
Still say thanks everyday I alive
Tooth for a tooth and eye for an eye
Live for the music and die for my guys
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Writer(s): Christopher Amponsah
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