TICKET
Yeah, back in this bitch for sure
Quiet as kept I'm ducking the gates of heaven
Head in the clouds off slow dropping the oak
Double the cup that's how I was taught
And I'm brought up straight out the O
Straight out the roe
Posted on amboy serving the pet
While I walk to the store
Serving the timber
Plug up the street want to know what I'm in for
Won't take me no fronts and I always came back
Even when the wrong bad ain't switch up
He think I'ma dog him but I'm a dog
I'm loyal as hell I'm clifford
I'm always in red same color my hair
Couldn't keep me a bitch cause I'm different
Always solo trend setting
It wasn't cool but I still did it
Real street niggas wasn't in style
This 09 though Kanye was the new standard
Kids was kids and the teens was teens
But the Bebe kids had no manners
Shit still genuine everyone still in they lane
Change came and it's so tragic
They was skateboarding
They was jerking like the new boyz
Now they totting automatics
It's a gangdemic niggas stay pressing
But they went the crowd they ain't have to check in
I ain't nothing like my peers
I'm the real and the real going overstand it
You was thugging for a bitch
I was thugging for equipment to feed my family
Just wanted to rap yeah, I ain't just ain't trap for dough
I was cutting the grass aye, I was wacking up weeds with O
Think grinding a parody niggas be mocking my life
And they don't even know
Got it out the mud no pun intended
Like really the garden gloves on
But fuck it, nah I won't let it get to me though
Cause I can give you the reason
Why these niggas stuck and they always plateau
I was starving for greatness starving for wealth
You was starving for clout and them hoes
The jig is up niggas jokes
Claim he bout it, bout it, It's a hoax
Ask me what I made this week
It's a lot but I don't even know
Ask me why she came to me
She a thot nigga act like you know
I got to get paid to speak
Want some conversation bring the dough
And close the door behind you
Ain't no eavesdropping on my quotes
These niggas lame to me
I ain't nobody they would know
I know what they came to see
Me in the flesh in my glo
It's a long line behind you nigga
Watch your body and get the fee at the door
Pay the price of admission if you want to witness
How real niggas keep a code
Legend, realist nigga, yeah
Matter fact the realist ever
Really self made foreal, forreal
You know what i'm saying
We ain't roazy but we still sipping
Motherfucking rozay champagne
Whole lotta black Hennessey
Know what i'm saying
All gold bottle I think It's the smoothest
Preferably so, you know what I'm saying
We happen to do a lot of that shit
You know what i'm saying
At this point man It ain't really no room
For you niggas in the motherfucking two seater
You know what I'm saying
Only real G's hop in the motherfucking G-ride
You know what I'm saying
And only big booty bitches sitting
In this big body fuck nigga
Ask me what I made this week
It's a lot but I don't even know
Ask me why she came to me
She a thot nigga act like you know
I got to get paid to speak
Want some conversation bring the dough
And close the door behind you
Ain't no eavesdropping on my quotes
These niggas lame to me
I ain't nobody they would know
I know what they came to see
Me in the flesh in my glo
It's a long line behind you nigga
Watch your body and get the fee at the door
Pay the price of admission if you want to witness
How real niggas keep a code
Quiet as kept I'm ducking the gates of heaven
Head in the clouds off slow dropping the oak
Double the cup that's how I was taught
And I'm brought up straight out the O
Straight out the roe
Posted on amboy serving the pet
While I walk to the store
Serving the timber
Plug up the street want to know what I'm in for
Won't take me no fronts and I always came back
Even when the wrong bad ain't switch up
He think I'ma dog him but I'm a dog
I'm loyal as hell I'm clifford
I'm always in red same color my hair
Couldn't keep me a bitch cause I'm different
Always solo trend setting
It wasn't cool but I still did it
Real street niggas wasn't in style
This 09 though Kanye was the new standard
Kids was kids and the teens was teens
But the Bebe kids had no manners
Shit still genuine everyone still in they lane
Change came and it's so tragic
They was skateboarding
They was jerking like the new boyz
Now they totting automatics
It's a gangdemic niggas stay pressing
But they went the crowd they ain't have to check in
I ain't nothing like my peers
I'm the real and the real going overstand it
You was thugging for a bitch
I was thugging for equipment to feed my family
Just wanted to rap yeah, I ain't just ain't trap for dough
I was cutting the grass aye, I was wacking up weeds with O
Think grinding a parody niggas be mocking my life
And they don't even know
Got it out the mud no pun intended
Like really the garden gloves on
But fuck it, nah I won't let it get to me though
Cause I can give you the reason
Why these niggas stuck and they always plateau
I was starving for greatness starving for wealth
You was starving for clout and them hoes
The jig is up niggas jokes
Claim he bout it, bout it, It's a hoax
Ask me what I made this week
It's a lot but I don't even know
Ask me why she came to me
She a thot nigga act like you know
I got to get paid to speak
Want some conversation bring the dough
And close the door behind you
Ain't no eavesdropping on my quotes
These niggas lame to me
I ain't nobody they would know
I know what they came to see
Me in the flesh in my glo
It's a long line behind you nigga
Watch your body and get the fee at the door
Pay the price of admission if you want to witness
How real niggas keep a code
Legend, realist nigga, yeah
Matter fact the realist ever
Really self made foreal, forreal
You know what i'm saying
We ain't roazy but we still sipping
Motherfucking rozay champagne
Whole lotta black Hennessey
Know what i'm saying
All gold bottle I think It's the smoothest
Preferably so, you know what I'm saying
We happen to do a lot of that shit
You know what i'm saying
At this point man It ain't really no room
For you niggas in the motherfucking two seater
You know what I'm saying
Only real G's hop in the motherfucking G-ride
You know what I'm saying
And only big booty bitches sitting
In this big body fuck nigga
Ask me what I made this week
It's a lot but I don't even know
Ask me why she came to me
She a thot nigga act like you know
I got to get paid to speak
Want some conversation bring the dough
And close the door behind you
Ain't no eavesdropping on my quotes
These niggas lame to me
I ain't nobody they would know
I know what they came to see
Me in the flesh in my glo
It's a long line behind you nigga
Watch your body and get the fee at the door
Pay the price of admission if you want to witness
How real niggas keep a code
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Writer(s): Donte Moore, Kristian Kena, Stephen Allen Dale
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