Best I got (feat. TGO Quen)

I was that young nigga getting in trouble
Now I'm out the way
Trying to run up some paper
I went from problematic
Now I'm sliding 4-matic
That shit'll make them folks hate you
I know this shit here come with time
So I can not rush it
I gotta learn to be patient
I cannot play with my name
You play with my M.B.P
I swear to god I gotta face you

I'm all up in space
I'm high
This car like a ship
If I go to the party
You know that I'm V.I.P
Got 100 shots
We are coming like Wilt
If I get too paranoid
Imma up off my hip
Swerving
Serving
Purging
Young nigga stay with some motion
He stay with some zips
If you fuck with lil ant
Then you bound to get flipped
I'm finna explore the world
And take me some trips

Explore the world
And take me some trips
When I open my eyes
I clock in
I'll backseat a nigga
And smoke on his spliff
I'm feeling like god
I'm turning his clock in
When I get on the beat ain't no stopping
Came out the trenches I really be popping
If a fuck nigga play on my name or my gang
I swear to god we got to popping
He was talking that shit
But he ended up hollering
We want all the smoke
No we don't do no stalling
Whipping up hood in the kitchen
Young nigga whipping this shit
Like a nigga from New Orleans
I beating the pussy up
Seth Rollins
Came out the trenches
I'm really the rawest
I'm a young nigga that's having my way with this shit
I cant wait till my diamonds be flawless

V V S
That shit gone be up on my chest
You play imma lay you to rest
Remember them days when I didn't have shit
I didn't have money
A nigga was stressed
I got up off of my ass
And went got me some cash
And now a nigga living lavish
This wasn't no motherfucking luck
I'll do it 21 more times
Bitch I feel like a savage

Aye aye
I feel like a savage
Nigga talk tough then I'm coming with static
Remember them nights we was sleeping on pallets
Now I'm in the hills looking at mansions
Talking bout packs then you gotta bag it
Niggas throw shots don't get a reaction
Look at my chain but don't try to grab it
We self made
We self paid
And y'know we having motion
Nigga stop bitching you causing commotion
I fucked the hoe but you knew she was open
Just know I got it won't know that I toat it
Young and cocky mane I was a problem
Feeling untouchable I had to solve it
Around the world seven whole hours from home ion even feel a target
Some of these people don't know me
Still can feel that I'm popping
Ian tryna talk to nobody
Hope ion catch me a body
Nigga want smoke with the gang we tell him come solve it
Aye aye
Nigga want smoke then we tell home come solve it
Aye aye
Nigga want smoke then we tell him come solve it

I was that young nigga getting in trouble
Now I'm out the way
Trying to run up some paper
I went from problematic
Now I'm sliding 4-matic
That shit'll make them folks hate you
I know this shit here come with time
So I can not rush it
I gotta learn to be patient
I cannot play with my name
You play wit my M.B.P
I swear to god I gotta face you



Credits
Writer(s): Ant Allen
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