60 Piece Nugget

It's been forever and a day still rocking with my day ones
I be talking money lot of niggas can't say much
Made it out the tridap still serving motherfuckers
If I did not make your list it's gon' be five crying mothers

Murkin' shit I'll probably end up in the pin from the pen
Who you know with iller sixteens sixteen in
All about my ends all about my wins
Give a fuck 'bout where you been if you ain't doing it times ten

I've been looking like success for a decade and a half
Everybody talking curses got a mouth full of zest
Ain't nobody pave the way for me shit I made the way for me
Then I left the blue print that way everybody eats

Pull up on the bebe's I ain't with that clown shit
Still everybody smacking Mickey D's Nino Brown shit
I might cop the Porsche just to show 'em that it's really real
Folk be tryna one up tell me how you really feel

Boosting up my got her boujee
In the bread aisle feeling on her booty
I go crazy for the coins she my soulmate
A beast with the tongue so I call her Mrs. Yoshi

Don't make me run up in yo' grill with the two piece
Big flex I've been at it since ten speeds
I've been down like the rest still kept it G
And held my head high like I'm suffering a nose bleed

In the burbs banging Hood Rich
Used to push mad green nicknamed the packs grinch
Chilling with your favorite you double tap I'm tapping that
We keep it low key like the spare that's up under the mat

I'm a real problem
The double nines a get me twenty something for knocking half off with sixteens I'm second to none
Do the math bitch I'm hotter than Hoffa
Groupies giving long neck 'cause I spit like a llama
I ain't even in my bag this '08 with a polish
'Cause when I really get to cooking words flip like hibachi

I just do it for the love dawg
Give 'em bars all night no pub crawl
Listen
Back at it again huh
I done murked so many I done lost count
Triple digits ain't enough we blew the budget out
And everyone who followed suit buttoned up they bank account

Fuck the fame my digits ain't never do the proving
Yet I'm still sitting in the hall like a bad student
30 clip I shoot with precision
Let off the whole magazine bitch I'm pressing the issue

I'm a problem on my worst days
I swear these words carry life I be shitting on these niggas like I gestate
Let a couple folk think that they was too close
We are not the same so I gotta let my teeth show
Boy taking off like a peep show
Tryna get that sugar momma bread that's a sweat roll
Gotta keep the heat close double layered thermos
Cause everybody walking 'round with their fucking hearts cold

Dissing me is asinine
Copped the lil' bro a watch just to pass time
I run with killers I ain't talking suicides
Stuck my Peter in Talia next thing you know I'm the family guy
I give it all to see my family smile
Whoever knew that tricking off a end up worth while

Far from being a new nigga but you already knew nigga
I'm the reason that yo' lil' cousin rap I'm that lil' nigga everybody knew nigga