My
bitch cut me off,
I didn't get mad,
went and got another one
I saw deep up in my bag,
I couldn't even worry about it
A nigga told me he put racks up on my head,
I ain't scared,
I ain't gettin' mad
Sit back, lit my blunt and ball like 40 guns
In Georgia,
I was runnin' from the Jakes,
but that's not where I'm from
I told you I be shakin' hands with snakes,
I wrap around my arms
Might be the illest nigga in the States,
but I'm still in the slums
I grew up in the hood,
might sip the Rolls Royce on the shots
I grew up in the hood,
might squat the Rolls Royce on the shots
Don't pass me no runts,
if they in my blood
Tell that hoe play with her titties,
I swear I am not the one
My bitch cut me off today,
I went and got another one Been rollin' one on one,
like I'm racin' against the sun
I'm 20 racks off in the mail,
there's donation to my plug Can't throw side off,
slide not snail,
I can run the players club
She stay down by my bitch Chanel,
and make her have my sign
I just turned 23, my Glock is 23
I keep two shooters like LeBron James,
now that's 223 Just took a flight out to
the Grammys in the hills chillin' with three
She text me naggin',
won't text her back,
not feelin' young energy My bitch cut me off,
I didn't get mad,
went and got another one
I'm so deep up in my bag,
I couldn't even worry about it A nigga
told me he put racks up on my head,
I ain't scared,
I ain't gettin' mad
Sit back,
lit my blunt and ball like 40 guns In Georgia,
I was runnin' from the Jakes,
but that's not where I'm from
I told you I be shakin' hands with snakes,
I wrap around my arms Might be the illest nigga in the States,
but I'm still in the slums
I grew up in the hood,
might sit the Rolls Royce on the shots
Niggas askin' for a feature,
I'm not frillin',
charge them
But if you pay me for a feature,
I might go the hardest
Ooh,
I can't wait to see my teachers,
I turn to a artist
And my diamonds all real, don't be retarded
From the start,
I been broken heart,
but I'm a hard kid
I'm on the block,
I be trappin' hard,
we tryin' to all win
They stealin' souls,
I'm like,
Mama,
Mama,
fuckin' we gon' ball still
A ball rim,
diamond in the rough,
bitch,
these are blood tears
* this lil' bitch with no rubber,
now she call me daddy
Last year,
I was broke as *,
no money,
now I'm sorta happy
They told me stop buyin' all them guns,
I got into fashion
Nigga,
it ain't beef until it done,
so that's just a pattern
Motherfuckers cut me off,
I didn't get mad when they got another one
I'm so deep up in my bag,
I couldn't even worry about it
A nigga told me he put racks up on my head,
I ain't scared,
I ain't gettin' mad
Sit back,
lit my blunt and ball like 40 guns In Georgia,
I was runnin' from the Jakes,
but that's not where I'm from
I told you I be shakin' hands with snakes,
I wrap around my arms
Might be the illest nigga in the States,
but I'm still in the slums
I grew up in the hood,
might sit the Rolls Royce on the shots