Yeah
Yeah, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don’t make me who I am
That shit don’t make me real
That shit don’t make who I am
That shit don’t make me real, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don’t make me who I am
That shit don’t make me real
That shit don’t make who I am
That shit don’t make me real, yeah
Yeah you chose her but she chose me
Yeah he don’t love her, she always lonely
All the hate it's, it’s hard to know me
But I go on like I’m Kobe
I’ve been waiting so you can show me, that you can
Now I know you phony
All those racks, all those hits, all that shit I’ve never had
That shit don’t make me who I am
That shit don’t make me real
And now I’m booming like I’m Metro like I got a deal
He know I’m gone, I hope he take that time to really heal
And I won't stop until I'm in that house by the hills
It’s all about you, you, you and the shit that you do, yeah
It’s all about you and the people you choose to be around you, yeah
It’s all about you and paying your dues, man it’s all about movement
Yeah, it’s all about you and the shit that you prove, my nigga just do it, yeah
If you want it, go and get it, boy it’s yours(Boy it’s yours)
We’ve been bothered I ain’t switching on my dawgs (On my dawgs)
We done made it from the bottom, nigga we on, yeah
I ain’t never going back, nigga we gone (Nigga we gone yeah)
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don’t make me who I am
That shit don’t make me real
That shit don’t make who I am
That shit don’t make me real, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don’t make me who I am
That shit don’t make me real
That shit don’t make who I am
That shit don’t make me real, yeah
Got these Nikki ass bitches out for me
No I can’t move like that, I hold back ain't no cuffing me
Got me a chosen few, a young nigga maneuvers properly
Yeah, can’t believe it
They all around me getting too close, they ALL trying to take a picture
Pose for the camera, click, that shit
Don’t make me who I am (No)
That shit don’t make me real, that shit don’t make a young nigga Krish
Knew I’m a star back when they ain’t knew who we are
Snakes they hissing from a far, stay prayed up, aint about to starve
Fear no men but God himself
Still the hottest on this shit
First tape went number two and a young nigga ain’t rush shit
I get it, why these shy niggas steady out here clout fishing
I get it, why these bitches teaming up steady trying to pull missions
Yeah, they ain’t got banking accounts, they ain’t got real amounts
That’s what they tripping about, yeah
We know what vision about, we took different route
Thank God we figured it out
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don’t make me who I am
That shit don’t make me real
That shit don’t make who I am
That shit don’t make me real, yeah
All of that money
All of these clothes
All of these bitches
Ice on my lobes
And this big ass crib that young nigga live in, yeah
That shit don’t make me who I am
That shit don’t make me real
That shit don’t make who I am
That shit don’t make me real, yeah
Yeah, my momma always told a nigga one thing , yeah
If you want it, go and get it, boy it’s yours
Yeah, my momma always told a nigga one thing , yeah
If you want it, go and get it, boy it’s yours
