Whole Thang

Yeah Yeah I told these niggas that I'm treating this rap shit Like a motherfucking rob job Put everything in the motherfucking bag Ya dig Quese I told em that I want the whole thang Want the money, the respect I need the whole thang Don't run up on me nigga Trust I'm shooting close range (Back up Back up) Produce and rap I'm taking both lanes Yeah I'm in both lanes I said I put this on my Grandma Man this shit is in my blood Jumping in the new wave Nigga imma bout to flood and Yeah I keep it wordy Gotta make sure that they heard me But I keep the flow dirty cause I got it out the mud Straight out my momma house don't gotta record or label Did most of this shit by my lonely so if you ever helped I gotta repay you Come from a hood full of barbers A bunch of niggas that'll cut you and spray you And a family of hustlers, if you don't pay em they worth them niggas'll slay you So I don't take portions I need the Whole thang Want the money, the respect I need the whole thang Don't run up on me nigga Trust I'm shooting close range (Back up Back up) Produce and rap I'm taking both lanes Yeah I'm in both lanes I said I want it I get it I'm on it I'm wit it I sought it I did it I thought it I spit it If I bought it I give it If I taught it I live it I want it I get it Yeah Uh Yeah Tryna get to a bag Money ain't the root of happiness but it's apart of it So ain't no time to be sad Or sitting and sulking in sorrow Cuz ain't no guaranteed tomorrows So make this shit last Steady contemplating how Imma get to it fast But putting in the work And building from the dirt Might be the only way imma get to the grass seeds And spread em round all the brown towns So all of my niggas could eat Hood pollination In combination With indoctrination is the way we defeat the Powers that be And without selling my soul I'll be able to do what I can That's why I cut deep when I spit Tongue's a sword Every beat a sacrificial lamb Uh Cuz I'm on my grind And I'm on my dime Wasn't given a spot So I gotta take mine Money on my mind Get it for my kind They don't help us a lot So we gotta make crime Work Ethic on Thou Combine it with Style Man I feel like Bean When I'm on the baseline Music the dream And it's in my genes (Jeans) Rap a drug, imma feen So I don't waste lines I, treat every verse like a Horcrux F*ck being simple You know where that gets you Just keep it real and you'll get more bucks Can't drive on the road to success if you filling your whip up with fake shit Clearing the lane for your makeshift Now you in pain That's why I take pride in being the realest nigga in the game So tell em that I need the