Improv
I was selling O's for the low
Got my brand going strong, dropping bands on 'em
I was hitting road, in the cold
Transit to the China bus, I was driving too much
Now it's gettin old, so I'm told
I was born a hustler, ain't in my blood to fold
I was selling lows, setting goals
Had to improvise, just to get a piece a pie, yeah
This that part that's never televised
Told them I'd be back in full effect
So they better recognize
I seen hella watches and most of 'em can't tell the time
I keep getting sweaty palms, you don't get a second try
I stay motivated 'cause I almost died when I was 6
Got no time to politic, they plotting so outside is lit
What time is it?
Junior need a scholarship
Baby need some diapers
And my niggas some guidance
And my baby need me by her, shit
The globe's turning cold
I don't even see it spinning like it used to
I would tell you "No" but I know
That's what everybody doing to you
I was selling O's for the low
Got my brand going strong, dropping bands on 'em
I was hitting road, in the cold
Transit to the China bus, I was driving too much
Now it's gettin old, so I'm told
I was born a hustler, ain't in my blood to fold
I was selling lows, setting goals
Had to improvise, just to get a piece a pie, yeah
How come every time I drop a verse it feels like bible scripture
Please don't call me no reverend, sure is sermon whenever I deliver
Opening Pandora's box, you see how the pie get split up, eyes just sit up
Don't know what inside's the mixture, but like what's inside the picture
Most of you put on show, I know, give to credit to all ones to lying to ya
Hit 'em with smart bars, I'm a Smart Car, don't worry how Imma fit in
I just remember "it's me" and finding a way has always been my tradition
Maybe it's me, I always think Heaven when they say "sky's the limit"
All these questions
I don't know their prices I ain't involved
"How you get to where you at?" I just improv
"How you doing with that problem?" Oh it's been solved
"Don't forget the little people when you big dawg"
I was selling O's for the low
Got my brand going strong, dropping bands on 'em
I was hitting road, in the cold
Transit to the China bus, I was driving too much
Now it's gettin old, so I'm told
I was born a hustler, ain't in my blood to fold
I was selling lows, setting goals
Had to improvise, just to get a piece a pie, yeah
Got my brand going strong, dropping bands on 'em
I was hitting road, in the cold
Transit to the China bus, I was driving too much
Now it's gettin old, so I'm told
I was born a hustler, ain't in my blood to fold
I was selling lows, setting goals
Had to improvise, just to get a piece a pie, yeah
This that part that's never televised
Told them I'd be back in full effect
So they better recognize
I seen hella watches and most of 'em can't tell the time
I keep getting sweaty palms, you don't get a second try
I stay motivated 'cause I almost died when I was 6
Got no time to politic, they plotting so outside is lit
What time is it?
Junior need a scholarship
Baby need some diapers
And my niggas some guidance
And my baby need me by her, shit
The globe's turning cold
I don't even see it spinning like it used to
I would tell you "No" but I know
That's what everybody doing to you
I was selling O's for the low
Got my brand going strong, dropping bands on 'em
I was hitting road, in the cold
Transit to the China bus, I was driving too much
Now it's gettin old, so I'm told
I was born a hustler, ain't in my blood to fold
I was selling lows, setting goals
Had to improvise, just to get a piece a pie, yeah
How come every time I drop a verse it feels like bible scripture
Please don't call me no reverend, sure is sermon whenever I deliver
Opening Pandora's box, you see how the pie get split up, eyes just sit up
Don't know what inside's the mixture, but like what's inside the picture
Most of you put on show, I know, give to credit to all ones to lying to ya
Hit 'em with smart bars, I'm a Smart Car, don't worry how Imma fit in
I just remember "it's me" and finding a way has always been my tradition
Maybe it's me, I always think Heaven when they say "sky's the limit"
All these questions
I don't know their prices I ain't involved
"How you get to where you at?" I just improv
"How you doing with that problem?" Oh it's been solved
"Don't forget the little people when you big dawg"
I was selling O's for the low
Got my brand going strong, dropping bands on 'em
I was hitting road, in the cold
Transit to the China bus, I was driving too much
Now it's gettin old, so I'm told
I was born a hustler, ain't in my blood to fold
I was selling lows, setting goals
Had to improvise, just to get a piece a pie, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Darnell Duke
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