Back to the music it is
U wasn't shit
Girl u was holding my kid
Now this shit clipped
Like I tryed dump on the shit
And it ain't f*ck wit my pin
Yo I was sick
Can't even lie bout the shit
Can't even cry bout the shit
I'm in the sticks
Yeah I'm surviving n shit
Tryna get outta this shit
I hit a lick
Fill up my pockets and shit
Make a deposits and shit
But then that's it
Ain't have a option to pick
I had a pot and a wrist
So ima whip
Wanna new drop for the whip
Wanna get topped inns whip
Wanted a pick
Wanna be first draft pick
Wanna take first class trips
But now I want private
I ain't never need no stylist
Nigga just need more pockets
Need more dollars
Niggas gon Need more choppas
Niggas gon need more doctors
I ain't need no sponsor
Getting to the green no ganja
Find me in the hood like robbers
Preme on the collar
Ain't tryna be no collar
Tryna smoke dope in bahamas
Listen
I'ma get rich and take care the fam
None you niggas could f*ck up my plans
If you try them that Nina gon blam
38 I could get you the grams
You could skate on them diamonds like x
80 k ima cop the Patek
Bitches seen I was featuring Dex
Now she up in my suite giving neck
You and me there should be nothing else
All that lying ain't good for ya health
B.B. simon got stones in my belt
Niggas money on short like elf
I'm just playing my hand that was dealt
Send a payment that case gettin sweeped
All this pain that's some shit u won't get
Took the train tryna fly in a jet
Ion need no help
Ion need no help
Ion need no help
Ima do it by my self
Ion need no help
Ion need no help
Ion need no help
Ima do it by myself
Lil Cino I'm the chef
In the kitchen make a mess
Ion need no help
Ion need no help
I'm go and get the check
Niggas stressing lookin bad
Ion need no help
Ion need no help