Intro

On a never ending mission I forever gotta get it Don’t like arguing If I did would’ve been a politician So forreal I’m authentic Sauced up swear I’m dripping (yeah) Still a sore loser Even though I ain’t grow up winning Talk to god like I’m in prison Lord don’t send Zay Zay to prison He was trippin I know he was trippin But we from the slums Gotta take it how it come As a man ima stand I’ll never ever run Never hide that’s on my son I’ll be a gat toltin Pistol holding nigga On ya damn street Up under ya crib Like I’m tryna find a gas leak In you bitch ribs She familiar with this hotlink On top of the hill I seen jack and Jill last week Perfected my craft Man I swear that I been workin No getting nervous Please tell me why you so nervous Cause you know like I know And you feel I feel I deserve it (Yeahhh) I just go ooooo ooooooo All I know is get this dough And never listen to none of the lies Being told These niggas been bitches These bitches been hoes Ooooo ooooooo All I know is get this dough And never listen to none of the lies Being told These niggas been bitches These bitches been hoes