Talk That Shit

Got game like Jesus

Hot boy propane, no fever

I got **** on the doc like a hever

Bitch I don't get left, I'ma leaver

A couple homies went left, I don't need 'em

You know we got them pints when you need 'em

Tonight I might go up on a feature

I don't know why the fuck they hatin' from the bleachers

I'm too busy ballin' I can't hear ya

I don't know why talkin', we ain't equal

**** we been poppin' since Evisu

Don't make get to poppin' at your people

Baby them **** poppin' don't believe 'em

Baby them **** following the leader

The only thing I follow is a dollar **** preach to 'em

Drop the top if you gotta drop throw the peace to 'em

See they ain't talkin' bout shit I'm the chosen one

And if a **** play, put a hole in one

Put some cake on a **** head on his birthday, then he dead fuck **** we ain't goin' for none

They say I'm gon' change, shit change gotta come

You know I had a chain when I came, don't front

A lil **** but a **** stayed in front

They be like "That lil **** stay with a big blunt"

I can't stand no hater

What you know about murder?

Don't be speakin' to me **** we don't know ya

Don't be speakin' to me **** we don't know ya

I demand my respect but sorry I cannot comprehend if it ain't about a check

Kill yourself die, yeah Russian Roulette

I'ma make sure you all die muthafukin' bet

Bein' great takes time

Came a long way

I say I'm fine

I'm on my way

I'm gonna climb all the way

This is success, you lookin' at I and I am the best

How many times should I have to stress

I wonder why I'm not like the rest

Uh, and she wonder why I cheat

They wonder why I get them for the cheap

Your bitch got "Wonder Why" on repeat

And after we fuck, she clean the dick, she so neat

Neat freak

We winnin', no cheat sheet

Big shit to you centipedes

Big shit, this a A.M.G

Know we havin' drums like KFC

And they know we drop bombs, know when the cops come better run

Know it's better said than done

Nah we ain't never really runnin' out of funds

See this a 1 of 1 you ain't havin' this one

Milk the game teach it to my son

Made man, bitch **** I'm a don

Pop a couple bottles, told my **** that we won

Already man, this shit just begun

I said this already man, this shit came from none

Tryna get big like Pun

Tryna be rich like Sean

Me and Killa the new Pimp C and Bun

Underground King where we from

Draped out and dripped up my shit filled up

A whole lot of lean in my cup

It's a whole lot of lean in my cup

I do not like that the fact that they hated

They hated the fact I escaped it

Found me a route and it lead me to paper

That made a statement

They wrote some statements

I had to fallback and I had to pace it

Went on vacation, stashed a few bricks in the basement

Stashed a few bricks in the basement

I had to change my location

Bein' great takes time

Came a long way

I say I'm fine

I'm on my way

I'm gonna climb all the way

This is success you lookin' at I and I am the best

How many times should I have to stress

I wonder why I'm not like the rest