Mama always told me,
Son, close your mouth when you eatin'.
Took me a while to find out she ain't only talkin' bout the dinner table.
Talkin' bout the streets too.
Stay low-key and run it up, young nigga.
Head first when I jump,
now the putt, yo.
Young nigga ball hard, no cut, yo.
Standin' in the kitchen,
hittin' it with a fort, yo.
Tryna put my old girl in the porch, yo.
Cubans all on my neck,
all on my wrist
At a Haitian restaurant with a Cuban bitch
Niggas talk a whole lot,
but they ain't doin' *
U-Haul, all I do is make moves,
bitch Won a J when I couldn't afford to buy the *
Now I rock J when I'm workin' out of *
On a treadmill with them number threes on
With some three or four hundred dollar headphones
Better get your old lady,
cause she lookin' at me
And she probably wanna throw that little pussy at me
I tell them on the ground when they ask me where I been
I came up, fell off, and bounced back again
Had to fall back and get my head right Yeah,
I had to get my head right
Had to cut some people off and get my head right Had to duck off and get my bread right
Now that young nigga got his swag up Tell her how I talk,
I got my swag up
Had to bop in my walk and my swag up I done * around and ran that bag up
Music done loud when I come through Blowin' marijuana out the sunroof
* a nigga bitch if I want to Let her ride a dick like a mongoose
Neighborhood superstar, I'm that nigga, man Phone full of hoes,
pocket full of Benjamins
Back in middle school,
they ain't notice me Now these bitches treat me like I'm Jodeci
* them good, I kick them out before they go to sleep
Yeah, my heart real cold,
whole four degrees On and off planes,
in and out of rental cars
Already drunk, ain't even six o'clock Get money,
* a hoe, do drugs
So you pussy ass nigga,
no love I'm the type to go broke and get it all back
And if that ain't a hustler,
then what you call that?
I had to fall back and get my head right Yeah,
I had to get my head right
Had to cut some people off and get my head right
Had to duck off and get my bread right Now that young nigga got his swag up
Tell her how I talk,
I got my swag up Had to bop in my walk,
got my swag up
Had to fuckin' round and run it back up
Back to the wind,
chest to the fire Looking at the judge in the eye with a grudge on my mind
Losing my temper in this jumper,
cause they won't give me bond
But they won't keep me long,
walking through the flea market
Bouncing like I hit a lick,
small talk, convo get shot When I need a brick,
I never knew you niggas in the first place
And I wanna rob you niggas in the worst way
Get the * from around me with that hoe talk
Like the wind,
this white blow soft, P-89
Press and play, nigga, no pause, take attorneys on a journey like ain't no laws
Won't run till the bomb done,
won't sleep till you dead with the car running
Put a bag on your head Even if I gotta borrow money
Even if I gotta borrow,
borrow money You dead
I had to fall back and get my head right Yeah,
I had to get my head right
Had to cut some people off and get my head right Had to duck off and get my bread right
Now that young nigga got his swag up Tell her how I talk,
I got my swag up
Had to bop in my walk and my swag up I done * around and ran that bag up