DAT BE MAALY RAW! Marina Del Rey by the boat dock Ankles showing, my Givenchy's low top Free My Dawg, He be home in no time Straight weed, I don't do no coke lines She was yours, fucking me the whole time They got money, but they can't post bond They ain't ballin', watching from the sidelines Man I used to wanna be like [?] I done came up, Got my name up Game 7, Feeling like I'm Bron Bron I was happy when we copped that Glock 9 I got Nickels out and I got Dimes Kicking bitches out, I don't got time Do you got yours? Cause I Got Mine I ain't have time, now I got time I was at work, I was outside With the tough guys, been through rough times In the middle room, writing punchlines I ain't pullin' over till I Tuck mine Motorola trappin' by the stop sign Sent the Uber, text her like it's outside She just text me back like nigga bout time Niggas talk shit until them shots fired Ace'll have your fucking homie mouth wired Have my savages run right in this shit right now nigga Turn into fucking Wendy's dope Come and shop, everything must go Everything must go In city full of crabs, every nigga that I meet cutthroat Niggas doing all this crime shit, now a days any thing goes Had to fall back from my hoes cause I had to get a bank roll Reem & Al looking down on me When they died, It was painful Really are my angles Anything goes [x8] Lil' used to have a silver Cherokee Fucked what's her name at the double tree In her feelings, wanna lay up under me Bitches gon' leave, when the money leave Niggas gon' hate, they ain't nothing new Look at what the rap game coming to Nigga you a bitch, what you gon' do? Wore jeff kicks when I went to school Niggas know what my block get in to Niggas baggin' up rocks in my room Bitches all on my top, give me room I know rapper shouldn't watch all my moves Lot of rappers couldn't walk in my shoes I know labels talk about me in them rooms Remember I ain't have no cable in my room Mom sold her food stamps, where the food? I ain't waste no time, I was gettin' to it Sellin' dimes on the side, making music I rode in a wraith, I rode in a Buick Yeah I got this fame, I know I could Lose it Pusha gave me game, I know what I'm doin' I was on them school buses like a student I don't make excuses, I'm just gettin' to it Sandwhich bag full of reggie, tryna move it Paranoid, got a mac in this uber Lately I've been learning how to deal with rumors Came up from the trash and the sewer Running laps around these rappers in my Pumas Ain't wanna do it but these niggas made me do it Ain't wanna shoot em' but the boys acting stupid Come and shop, everything must go Everything must go In city full of crabs, every nigga that I meet cutthroat Niggas doing all this crime shit, now a days any thing goes Had to fall back from my hoes cause I had to get a bank roll Reem & Al looking down on me When they died, It was painful Really are my angles Anything goes [x8]