(Enrgy made this one) If you don't stand for somethin', you'll fall for anything, you feel me? Told my young niggas, you understand? You gotta get this money, you know what I mean? We gotta get on this road and get to it, you know what I mean? Aye Told my young niggas go to school and get a bag When I did get a lil' money I ain't brag All I ever wanted was the shit I never had You was playin' games I was tryna get a bag Birdman, Weezy, I was stunnin' like my dad Never had no money, I can see it in your face Niggas out to get me, got me feelin' like I'm Ace Money in the attic, I ain't never had no safe All I ever wanted was a crib with the gate I was on my grind, drinkin' water eatin' noodles I was sellin' dog, you was playin' with a poodle Now a nigga rap, you can look me up on Google Mixin' up the magic, I ain't talkin' 'bout no voodoo Naw, racin' on E, just got pulled over, damn, I hate the police Hatin on me', already paid niggas, I'm still waitin' on beats Niggas ain't tryna get rich, seem like they waitin' on me Talkin' on the internet, seem like you hatin' on me My nigga made it to the top, like, 'Is you waitin' on me?' I got twenty in a year, Gary Payton on me Pull up with a chicken tender, I got bacon on me Yeah, we gotta go, we can't stop no more Nigga had the spotlight, he can't pop no more Label tryna hold him back, he can't drop no more What the fuck? Damnnn Aye, what you gonna do now? You got your back against the wall, what you gonna do now? She let the whole hood fuck her, that's your boo now? I ain't trippin' over shit I got my shoes tied I got my shoes laced I got a knot over the hunnids, I got the blues laced No more room, more hunnids, got the blues taped Nigga tried to tell me 'bout some real shit, but the news fake Damnnn, why you lyin' to me? I put my suit and cape on like who flyin' to me? Put you on the American Express like who flyin' to me? Lotta nigga never put in work like who grindin' to me? Yeahhh Yeah, I told a bad bitch, 'I can take you there' She said, 'Where we goin'?' It get cold in Coochie Land, she said, 'Is it snowin'?' No, it's drippin' wet, it be rainin' pourin' You ever been to dookie land? It be thunder stormin' Still hit my hood bitches, and I'm fuckin' foreigns Still pull up in old school, and I'm droppin' foreigns Sixteen shows in one month, I can't stop from tourin' Nigga thought he had some Wock', he was droppin' Morton You had a different Jumpman, them was not no Jordans Scotty keep passin' me the ball, I can't stop from scorin' Nigga tried to steal some money, it was out a Porsche Why the fuck you tryna buy some shit if you cannot afford it Damnnn, haha, that don't make sense Freak bitch like to fuck, she can take dick Bitch got perfect boobies but got fake tits JR high shootin' threes, but this ain't Smith Bullshit diamonds in your watch, you gotta fake wrist Only reason why I hit the road— I love to take trips Artist like Picasso with the picture, I'ma paint shit I'ma hit the dog with the dog, I'ma mate shit In the water with my fishin' pole, I'm 'bout to bait shit Shit Shit, Jay you goin' too crazy