Amateur 2 Pro

Yea Hab Feelin so cold in my soul Iunno need no bitch to hold I Need some mo gold Lace up my vans & I go Chasin presidents no time for these hoes Watchin some friends turn to foes Tell me this how this shit suppose to go Tell me this how this shit suppose to go When you turn amateur yea to pro huh & I go & I go & I go Back to my backpack days to tha times We was sellin shit tryin get a brick Me & my Niggaz we was hittin shit Run up a bitch look pimp we be gettin it Gold on my neck & wrist Watch how I whip that shit Watch how I work that bitch Game in my heritage Underprivileged kids & we straight out tha Village Came for tha bag yea That's erraythang he had Niggaz wanna boast that clip till it's bad I ain't really trippin Got some niggaz in the kitchen & They keep them pots clanging Shout out to the niggaz block still bangin Got some niggaz in that four door & its Swangin Run a up nigga it's Nathan Ooo Switchin my style up Im eating yo cadence got tired of waiting Stay wit sum patience Like cookin free basin my fragrance is Stankin Watchin for niggaz who fakin be Hatin they snake-ish Feelin so cold in my soul Iunno need no bitch to hold Need some mo gold Lace up my vans & I go Chasin presidents no time for these hoes Watchin some friends turn to foes Tell me this how this shit suppose to go Tell me this how this shit suppose to go When you turn amateur yea to pro & I go & I go & I go (HEY) Im hungry im fiendin F*ck scavengin' we eatin' I go Hangin in trap wit the demons I go I know ain't wrap right But I bet the seal tight Raised in night Boy I pray for some angels Call up Jesus I need me a bundle Keep my moves humble seen a many Tumble Seen a few crumble You ain't live my life You ain't walk my past You ain't got my sight You don't know my struggle Thank god for the hustle Boy I'm birthed out the jungle You don't wanna rumble They don't want that trouble Keep one hunnit I tryin cuddle Tryin beat them cheeks Get back to tha streets tryin push me benz Push this shit & means to an ends That's how it all began I Made myself a man Sucka nigga take tha stand I take a stand You won't catch me in that bitch snitchin I'm street conditioned on a mission Ha Feelin so cold in my soul Iunno need no bitch to hold Need some mo gold Lace up my vans & I go Chasin presidents no time for these hoes Watchin some friends turn to foes Tell me this how this shit suppose to go Tell me this how this shit suppose to go When you turn amateur yea to pro & I go & I go & I go