We have, uh, I got this trauma for your mamaThere's no label, * exclusiveMatch it with your baby mama, niggaUh, boss talk, niggaUh, I'm sippin' on that Marriott, niggaUh, uh, there's no label, * exclusiveStill ain't, uh, couldn't tell, almost fellKept it cool like LLRun my * up from the groundSo nowadays I'm livin' wellI done turned my * aroundI was down, but I prevailedGot some niggas out of townGon' send them pounds and through the mailYou can tell that my * loud, but how I smellScreamin' loud, free my niggas out that jailI got my hustle upBaby, there ain't nothin' I can't sellOn my daughters, I could probably sell some water to a wellGot my son on a cruise, *Runnin' up them blue stripsPay 200 for this meal, we at Ruth ChrisYou know the dealIf I up it, I'ma use itThey tried to cut a deal, but I refused it12 caught him with that crackHe gon' rapCall him upRufusUh, hit him in his hatNow he ruthlessOoh, *Uh, there's no label * exclusiveRobo said his daddy want that smokeI'm finna do *I can't do * for any bitch that got loose lipsYou lied to Bobby, yeah, bitchesYou tell my ass you stupidShe told me I should spendGet your life before I lose itYou say you bout that lifeWell, show me somethin' you got, prove itOoh, *Ladies lovin', niggaI'm a cool kidCool bitchOne to summer, threeI get two picksNeed to plow that mood likeI just promo, who be boostin'?I can't put myTrust in y'allI'm dolo, gotta prove itNiggas love to validate itHey, they recruitin'Don't speak on no one's lifeAnd what you ain'tPut your shoes inEverybody's step is hardBut ain't nobody bootin'Unless they looseOff the gooseAnd get encouragedTo put the move inPick and chooseAnd who that tough *Get directed toThey goofyI might lose it, dawgBut trust me, I ain't losin'I done seen this * beforeI got the blueprint*ducin' myself once againLike y'all don't know who cool's thisMotherfucka, here I amI don't * none of that hatin' *It's somewhere in the spellThey can turn up every play they favorI should be the countShow rollin', huhI'm pig, slow roastin'I'm fuckin' up the gameThis * is deadGo get a coachI saw my auraCaught another bad bitchI ain't approachin'I don't give a *If it was pissI'm tryin' to focus onI'm in the O'Reilly songWhen in it, tryin' to focus onRidin' through the cityAnd soundin' tinnyWhile she chokin', huhOoh
