Yeah..
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah!
Uh!
Ah here it is again
I ain't never let up
Stayed down till shit got better
Make a nigga track sound better
Make yo support
Look like they ain't met ya
Uh!
Man I'm just vibing
Stressing, surviving
Feel more alive than before
Cant tell I ain't alright
Cause its stress in my mind
And my bay on my line tryna gloat
Love get messy
But I'm tryna take this dope on the road
Whole month
Show after show
I done grew more into gold
Couldn't bend
Couldn't fold
Should increase when a nigga finna blow
So many bros now foes
They hoes and mo'
Why I ain't aim for a nigga throat
Cause he ain't fucking with my money
I ain't stressing a bit
You a man or a woman
Cant be hard for to pick
Big nigga from the south
Bet they loving the drip
Prolly wrote songs for yo homie
Writers block wouldn't kick
Now I'm Quentin and shit
Niggas ain't from the trench
They only do it for the clout
And to lay with a bitch
That's so basic
I need mo' big blue faces
Cop a wraith
Crash it in racing
Man this ain't changing
Least a nigga tried just face it
Nigga rap like he should've been a 80's
Baby!
Girl hold that tongue
Ima need that later
Waitr
I got beef en route for all yo favorites
That limelight close, so close I can taste it
Niggas try to copy
Paste It!
I guess that what comes with me being the greatest
Only thing I feel that's wasted
Is me
Tryna numb the pain so my daughter cant see
Her dad bout to break and cant pick up a piece
Till this day I wish they can switch death with me
Why it was easy to f*ck them not me
Why they looked at my trust like please
B.K. cant have his way around me
Had a long life when I think about it
Hope Tza don't think I forgot about him
Made a classic
Niggas wasn't happy
But knew I was smack then
In all gold
