Sorry mom for all them times I got suspended in school Gettin' footballer money, my teacher said I was a fool Haters commenting on my 'Gram, that shit don't faze me 4 pipes on the Porsche, yo my whip so crazy Told Pebz "make sure you stay strapped" I just left the label Christmas party to go and break down a pack 1a the hood, land all them shottas out of town Went 'Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down Tryna leave a nigga's head by the pavement Drivin' round in this dinger, gettin' impatient Thinkin' that I shoulda spent more time with my nephew It's fucked, seen them fake niggas shine seen the best lose Pissed cuh my little nigga lost a few guns Me and Pebz out in bail rollin' with some new ones I get money every time my phone rings Wasn't always fly, we had to grow wings I'm still in the field where it's fucking real I ain't got time to chill I need a hundred mil And way before the deal I paid my mother's bills Tryna cop a house in the hills That's how uncle Phil Free my nigga Hydro, he just rang When I sweep my floor I'm finding bitches' earrings in my dust pan Told my Misses that she can't fucking be my wife Cuh I'm way too ambitious, you do nothin' with your life Came a long way from 7 grams on the scale Feels like yesterday I was banged up in jail Now it's planes all the time, I be traveling the world Fuck 'Dam, I'm goin' Spain they got ammi there for sale But now I'm in the office, used to doin' business in the rain Now it's house parties every week, Sydney and Sharane Should I fall back off the trap Put my whole into rap Niggas keep callin' for packs And I can't walk away from stacks Heard he put down his gun and his mask Tryna live off his rep, who gives a fuck what you done in the past Got a deal, still tryna make it off the loud Don't be standin' with them paigons, cuh I spray in the crowd It's Nines
These young bucks are fucked B Like they look up to the drug dealers and shit All the gang bangers, or footballers All the footballers can't make it bruh And they end up flyin' birds All the Trapstars can't make you think every little nigga gonna be Nina wid da Nina
Ay yo fuck the haters Talkin' 'bout we're troublemakers Everybody on me for a hundred favors Me and Bund bunin' flavours Ask the neighbours I was out there, mornin' from the night Used to say one day I'll be a baller, I was right All these groupie bitches around the country wanna holla Yea I fucked the fans, but don't judge me like your honour Famous in the shooter I just came from the jeweler Immigration wanna dip my chain back to Cuba Did alright last year, probably shoulda saved more Lookin' through The Sun I see my ting on page 4 I'm gettin' bait, I gotta hide my face Still got crackheads whistling outside the base I just stay in my lane, I ain't worried 'bout them broke haters Probably get about 20 Phillips watch with no papers Send my yungens shop for a box of latex He's been gettin' money since So Solid was rockin' Avirexes It's Nines
Some of the flyest Trapstars I ever seen in my life Or most of them, are ridin' bird right now bludlucky I was flyin' birds But I was sayin' "Oh lemme try this music ting as well" Man was payin like Obviously I was payin' for all this shit myself I could honestly say, I don't know how much I faulked into music Mad Ps probably, I don't know Little niggas gotta fuckin' invest their P blud Or try invest into something other than trapping I mean everyone can't be a rapper blud Niggas can do many other things But just invest in suttin' else B There you have it, your boy a revolutionist ya know
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Compositores: Courtney Leon Freckleton, Jevon Daniel Ellis (Jevon Ellis), Yinka Bankole ECAD: Obra #30920714