What a year, for ya mans as I rolled the dice
Kept applying all this pressure like I'm ray rice
I'm just cruising through this bitch like a slips and slide
And you can't tell me nothing like a Kanye rhyme
Mentally I'm changing mentally im under pressure
Niggas hating on me what the f*ck is they vendetta
Black King in this bitch sitting with coretta
She gave me ass for gas, and pushed the pedal
I've been balling in this bitch since a little Nigga
We the new chiraq with these drills nigga
My mind is like a k, so I start to peele niggas
I run it out the park bitch I'm in the field Nigga
America's captain tryna move without a shield
Words are like my bullets and they never get concealed
I never switched up Nigga better stay real
2 bitches getting buckets like I'm Lou Will
Took some time off just to find the right song
To put on paper, and to speak until the Mic's off
Money man money man, tax write off
Look at her go with that cracked iPhone
Many chains on my neck, it's a light show
Got some Louie and some fendi on my nice clothes
So this shorty hollering at me with the white toes
She just looking for a nigga with the right flow
I done had my shit together I done broken down
I done had some people hate when they not around
I done seen some people fail tryna rock the crowd
I done seen some people struggling to steal my sound
God forgive me here I am in the pulpit
Knees weak arms heavy and I'm on tip
I pray to lord my soul to keep during wronging
Talked to El Chapo on the low like Sean Penn
Niggas pick and choose they battle boy I'm full force
2 door coupe, you still whipping in that 4 door
Tryna rock the house like Barack's .44
Count my cash free hand we ain't never broke
I don't want the beef nigga I just want the cheddar
This money so fabolous cause it makes me better
Put my soul in this bitch like an open letter
She think I'm Chris brown the way she get the bed wetter
All my niggas walk around like we dripped in sauce
And we getting money longer than pippen's arms
This the shit that I be cooking when I'm dipping off
Like the city man they hate when I'm getting off
24/7/365
Niggas wanna see if I'm dead or alive
Niggas only drip we don't ever drown in water
This the intro nigga this the first quarter
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What a year, for ya mans as I rolled the dice
Kept applying all this pressure like I'm ray rice
I'm just cruising through this bitch like a slips and slide
And you can't tell me nothing like a Kanye rhyme
Mentally I'm changing mentally im under pressure
Niggas hating on me what the f*ck is they vendetta
Black King in this bitch sitting with coretta
She gave me ass for gas, and pushed the pedal
I've been balling in this bitch since a little Nigga
We the new chiraq with these drills nigga
My mind is like a k, so I start to peele niggas
I run it out the park bitch I'm in the field Nigga
America's captain tryna move without a shield
Words are like my bullets and they never get concealed
I never switched up Nigga better stay real
2 bitches getting buckets like I'm Lou Will
Took some time off just to find the right song
To put on paper, and to speak until the Mic's off
Money man money man, tax write off
Look at her go with that cracked iPhone
Many chains on my neck, it's a light show
Got some Louie and some fendi on my nice clothes
So this shorty hollering at me with the white toes
She just looking for a nigga with the right flow
I done had my shit together I done broken down
I done had some people hate when they not around
I done seen some people fail tryna rock the crowd
I done seen some people struggling to steal my sound
God forgive me here I am in the pulpit
Knees weak arms heavy and I'm on tip
I pray to lord my soul to keep during wronging
Talked to El Chapo on the low like Sean Penn
Niggas pick and choose they battle boy I'm full force
2 door coupe, you still whipping in that 4 door
Tryna rock the house like Barack's .44
Count my cash free hand we ain't never broke
I don't want the beef nigga I just want the cheddar
This money so fabolous cause it makes me better
Put my soul in this bitch like an open letter
She think I'm Chris brown the way she get the bed wetter
All my niggas walk around like we dripped in sauce
And we getting money longer than pippen's arms
This the shit that I be cooking when I'm dipping off
Like the city man they hate when I'm getting off
24/7/365
Niggas wanna see if I'm dead or alive
Niggas only drip we don't ever drown in water
This the intro nigga this the first quarter
Kept applying all this pressure like I'm ray rice
I'm just cruising through this bitch like a slips and slide
And you can't tell me nothing like a Kanye rhyme
Mentally I'm changing mentally im under pressure
Niggas hating on me what the f*ck is they vendetta
Black King in this bitch sitting with coretta
She gave me ass for gas, and pushed the pedal
I've been balling in this bitch since a little Nigga
We the new chiraq with these drills nigga
My mind is like a k, so I start to peele niggas
I run it out the park bitch I'm in the field Nigga
America's captain tryna move without a shield
Words are like my bullets and they never get concealed
I never switched up Nigga better stay real
2 bitches getting buckets like I'm Lou Will
Took some time off just to find the right song
To put on paper, and to speak until the Mic's off
Money man money man, tax write off
Look at her go with that cracked iPhone
Many chains on my neck, it's a light show
Got some Louie and some fendi on my nice clothes
So this shorty hollering at me with the white toes
She just looking for a nigga with the right flow
I done had my shit together I done broken down
I done had some people hate when they not around
I done seen some people fail tryna rock the crowd
I done seen some people struggling to steal my sound
God forgive me here I am in the pulpit
Knees weak arms heavy and I'm on tip
I pray to lord my soul to keep during wronging
Talked to El Chapo on the low like Sean Penn
Niggas pick and choose they battle boy I'm full force
2 door coupe, you still whipping in that 4 door
Tryna rock the house like Barack's .44
Count my cash free hand we ain't never broke
I don't want the beef nigga I just want the cheddar
This money so fabolous cause it makes me better
Put my soul in this bitch like an open letter
She think I'm Chris brown the way she get the bed wetter
All my niggas walk around like we dripped in sauce
And we getting money longer than pippen's arms
This the shit that I be cooking when I'm dipping off
Like the city man they hate when I'm getting off
24/7/365
Niggas wanna see if I'm dead or alive
Niggas only drip we don't ever drown in water
This the intro nigga this the first quarter
Writer: Derrick Shorter
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