Yeah, hey man, I got a real short list of *** I like to do You dig? Get money, yeah, kick *** I just wanna ball, yeah, that's the list, nigga, that's it I just wanna ball in the ring, brawl in the wing And I wanna, I'ma take my shot Pray to God, if it all went to danger And my daughter with the paper, *** her head until the day I die, yeah *** what them bitches say, *** what them niggas do Before you were getting going, I was getting good Put it down, bankrolls in the neighborhood Well, catch a case before I got to get some paper good Lil' homie had me off, how do you know you came up? I say you deal with lit bitches when I lay front I don't like them, feel that way about a lot of rappers I don't talk about Mo' these niggas ain't gon' bust a great man, they just talking loud God body, got a problem, nigga, go to war about it Have a problem understanding your logic Man, for 400, take your honey into a London And some Armani, don't believe it when you a dummy Ain't no pun intended Military guns in the mansion, ain't no running in it A rubber when I *** that bitch, it ain't no coming in it Said my first album, I've been serious, ain't no funny, Benny Bitch, ain't no funny, Benny No weapon give me, should prosper But it's welcome to form, new formula Day I was born, I perform in the form Ringing bells and blowing horn, what my name called? I'm just a self-made nigga and a rave dog I just wanna ball in the rave, brawl in the wave And I wanna, I'ma take my shot I pray to God, leave it all in the day And the dollar with the paper, *** a hater to the day I got, yeah, yeah, yeah *** what them bitches say, *** what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, now we're getting doing I just wanna ball in the rave, brawl in the wave And I wanna, I'ma take my shot I'm a dope boy, a legend, streets, I'm revving Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the niggas They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be Don't give a *** about no nigga who don't like me If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' write me, no She gon' *** me, no If a nigga go broke, I better rave on the Super Bowl In the kitchen, super cold Six hours, four pipes, that's a superstore Boy, I never had a plan and a hit Boy, I better had a Mac and some bricks If it's thugs in the rave, got the titles in the safe Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case Truck, truck, limo, gun, thug, limo Me and Black, y'all still back to back, girl, that my famo He a white man, come on, come on, bull*** She wanna kick, *** the pussy, that's that, I ignore *** I just wanna ball in the rave, brawl in the wave And I wanna, I'ma take my shot I pray to God, leave it all in the day I'm a dollar with the paper, *** a hater to the day I die, yeah, yeah, yeah *** what them bitches say, *** what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, now we're getting doing I just wanna ball in the rave, brawl in the wave And I wanna, I'ma take my shot Yeah, yeah, yeah Presidential swag in the slum with the hair now Rending up a bag, do it for him just to pass out Dab in my bag, give it to her where I ask not Dick ain't great, give it to her till she pass out Use the whip cane, add B12 For the baking soda, stretch a quarter out a hole with no detail No, shh, shout out to all my niggas Who legit, I'm out they figures Now they rich and you just get it out the blue They riding in the road, right Came out the bottom, they ain't making more than no boy I ain't been a hustler, not a robber, never stole nothing Trap it, flip it, work it till it come up on the whole way, yeah Huh, okay, K-I-N-G, can't deny me Niggas still rhyming about what we did in the 90, nigga Yeah, see it on my face, dawg I'm just a real nigga riding in the race, dawg I just wanna ball in the rave, brawl in the wave And I wanna, I'ma take my shot Pretty God, leave it all in the day Daughter with the paper, *** her, hit her till the day I die, yeah *** what them bitches say, *** what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, I was getting dreamin' I just wanna ball in the rave, brawl in the wave And I wanna, I'ma take my shot, yeah, yeah, yeah Mmm, everything I'm playing to you is going on the album Nigga, there's that baby Gritty for the city, that *** is for city Like, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding Big sound I like that I like that