Survival of The Fittest

Don't need you to stand around me if you ain't got no hustle I been out the way, stacking bread, tryna bubble Know one day I'ma make it, gotta grind stack and hustle Wish a nigga would play, just bought a chopper with a muzzle Can't trust you hoes, that's the way they got my brother But now I'm going mad, all in public, tryna bust em Back in the trap with Sam, my money color's green eggs and ham I'm balling like Cam Newton, on the road all in Houston And I keep a rocket, the bankroll stuffed under my pocket Nigga play, I ain't even much, gotta cock it, cuz one in the head If a nigga try, he dead, feel his body up with lead All I do is jug finesse, you know I gotta get me a check I'ma stand out, I ain't nothing like the rest Know I been all alone, need someone to lean on Hang up, declining my phone, I'm in different time zones Young nigga putting on, know I just had to be patient Need my money now, I ain't waiting These niggas fake, they be hating I'm in lambs speed racing Ain't fucking with these hoes, know she got mileage like a car Caucasian bitch want bars Loaded Im geeked somewhere on Mars What's in my cup bitch this that Par Promethazine in with codeine I'm on her mind, all in her dreams Cash rules, everything around me The money coming in, I be counting up green Don't need you to stand around me, if you ain't got no hustle I been out the way, stacking bread, tryna bubble Know one day I'ma make it, gotta grind stack and hustle Wish a nigga would play just brought a chopper with a muzzle Can't trust you hoes, that's the way they got my brother But I been going mad, all in public, tryna bust em