Before you came

Real Life Talks, I'm P.A.N.N. Baby Dribble the ball Pass the ball Shoot the ball Before you came Before you came, I was gang I was hustlin' in the gang Ballin' like Mike But wasn't tryna win a ring Whippin' in a form Wasn't grippin' on a grain Heard your name, yeah A lot of rappers call you fame, yeah I never knew that was be a trap star My uncle thought I would be a rap star All these celebrities treat me like another pop star Come from the roots Dre here, Rasta 458 coupe I be ridin' with a chopper I hang with dudes that'll murder you After they rob ya The FBI can't find me They lookin' with a compass They know my music bout to blow Just like a bomb threat All this ice on me Feel like I'm on jet skis Fresh out the feds I have them blades like Wesley Got that dope on me The way it's chunky Cheese Bad baby named Maria She my cup of tea Belt low for shades They all read double G's Gucci everything You can't f*ck with me All blue hunnids You ain't got enough of these In Jamaica Blowing paper Feel the summer breeze In Jamaica with a bad hoe I'm bout to slay her Before you came I was gang I was hustlin' in the game Ballin' like Mike But wasn't tryna win a ring Whippin' in a form Wasn't grippin' on a grain Heard your name Yeah A lot of rappers call you fame Yeah I never knew that was be a trap star Uncle thought I would be a rap star All these celebrities treat me like another pop star Come from the roots Dread hair rasta 458 coupe I be ridin' with a chopper Life from the moon Life from the sun The reason why my ball man pockets got the mumps Countin' money in the hotel suite of the trunk Got a sword off on me That's a double barrel pump They ain't laughin' no more cause I'm sittin' at the top Yeah I know they hatin' I can see them dialin' numbers to the cops I'm playin' ping pong with these motherfuckin' blocks Yeah There's gun on me Ain't got no love for cops or the ops Yeah No conspiracy cause I'm always ridin' solo Just like the man on the polo He ain't takin' pictures but he might shoot up your photo The tattoos everywhere No snitchin' That's the logo Yeah My youngin' 15 touchin' green like cocoa Yeah He in love with the cake I ain't talkin' bout ho-hos Before you came I was gang I was hustlin' in the game Ballin' like Mike But wasn't tryin' to win a ring Whippin' in a form Wasn't grippin' on a grain Heard a name Yeah A lot of rappers call you fame Yeah I never knew that was be a trap star My uncle thought I would be a rap star All these celebrities treat me like another pop star Come from the roots Dread hair Rasta 458 coupe I be ridin' with a chopper I'm gang