Six spots, twelve stoves and I need more pots
And I told .. that my boys
got caught
The junkies say it’s finger lickin’ how I whip up powder
I took your food
and prada shoes and added me more power
And if you bought some Sour Diesel
then your dream gone sour
I treat your shooters like cowards make your team
look sour
I feed the hood with the bowl like I cook clam chowder
RIP to ..
on right arm was a rifle
I would race you for the car, but look you don't got
the title
You ain't made ten mil, I can't call you my rival
I got your
baby mama suckin' on me using saliva
I made the Forbes list, nigga, man, you
just a subscriber
My momma say you just a lyin’ bitch, conniving lil’
diver
Nigga killed his own brother saying, that shit in the bible
Man, Joe
Blow chose the fork, and you chose the screwdriver
I made another steal a car
but I made the cash off a niner
I went so hard I make you dump your whole
roster to sign me
And you can find me in the six with all my shooters behind
me
I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)
No grey hair I ain’t
stressin’ the case
Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay
Man
what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face
What the fuck can I
say? I got racks in the safe
Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they
trap in that place
Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to
say
Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way
That right to, I’m having my way
By the bay, I move, penthouse by the
lake
They cool my neighbors, got a gate so you know them folks safe
Got a
pool, twelve acres and a guest house if you wanna stay
Man I’m cool, gettin’
paper, and a custom Cartier
I’m a smooth operator, I gotta customer named
Shade’
And she’ll bug a motherfucker all day, then try to pull up in all
grey
I ain’t gon’ play with you, I’m impatient too, ain’t gon’ wait for
you
I’m pimpin’ like players do, Lean match the gator shoes, the windbreaker
hater proof
You lookin’ nervous, Gerber, soft like baby food
Ok cool, I
got a plug like no other
No discussion me and Thugger, Waiting on
judgement
Oh, Never forget where I came
And it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way
Oh,
Never forget where I came
And it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way
Oh, oh,
oh, oh
