In My Lifetime

(GP, big bangers)

(Oh-oh, ay-hey)

(Huh, no matter the situation)

(We never let your emotions overpower your intelligence)

(Ah-ah-uh, oh-oh)

(Stay relevant)

Uh, from sundown to the sun up, I be on the come up

Won't hand the baton if you run up

Chicks'll let a **** get one up when they think you fucked up

Then you pull up and it's done up

(Ah, yeah)

I been spitting like my gun up

How many of you brung up

Plug talking crazy, so I hung up

My whole aura **** rung up

Nicky Santoro, I drop jewels like I'm lifting that bun up (Huh)

They say money's the rule of all evil

At the same time, it's the tool that's gon' feed you

(Yeah, yeah)

Used to grind, like fuck school, I don't need you

Rather hit the block with that fool for two sleeves (Uh-huh)

Shots flashing, make a movie, and go see (Something)

You'll be deaded before the credits, no sequel

(Ooh-ooh)

Body RIP with no weapon, the flow lethal

Dug a few holes in the desert for those people (Uh)

Me knows rappers who feel I ain't top ten

Troop tracksuit, leg up in the box bills

(Oh-oh-oh)

On the car floor, nah, hos, I am not them

I'm in another zone like the clone of Rakim (Uh)

Gucci rap slang, the Gucci black suedes

(Ay, yeah)

Cool Modi and black shades

Burberry tricks with the strap gauge

(Oh-oh)

Walking inside a prison like all y'all is pussy

My boat, Backpage (Ah)

And that raise the firing

Quick to back a ladder out the truck like a fireman (Uh-huh)

If you don't know the name, of what the game requiring (Uh-huh)

Listen to old shit, this new shit ain't inspiring (Nah)

Now how your drunk noise like game to the drug lords

Was caught with a 8, fool let go by the gun boys

Come from a place, lil' **** just bust toys (Uh-huh)

Wild and ignorant bunch of NBA young boys (Oh)

Damn, huh, these **** worse than the fan, huh (Ha)

Don't be a stan, just sitting up in the stands, huh

Yo, go and get what you can, and then expand, huh (Yes)

**** say they the man, but ain't the man, huh (Nope)

Come build a lane, then gel a few in the jam, huh (All day)

Finger roll on these **** 'stead of a slam, huh

I'm going ham-hock, cooking these **** like ham, huh

(Ah, yeah)

I'm gonna eat on any feed I demand, huh

(Ah-ah, oh)

Time tick, I gotta get mines quick

Kick the Gatorade right off of the palm, bitch (Fuck it)

First of all, ain't no one helping me scratch shit

Had to go and lean my back against the wall with my edge

That's why I don't use nobody else pen to sign shit

(Yeah, yeah)

I'm only trying to ball with the **** I grind with

Like Jawal, I come five deep with nine's grip

If I recall, you ain't 'posed to speak, we ain't got shit

(In my lifetime)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I took some loss, but wasn't in my right mind

Focus up, have my **** really like slime

Gotta keep a lieutenant for tenners

Keeping the pitches, making sure they ain't pitching

(I'm good, huh)

Leveling back up, my stacks up

(Oh-oh)

(You good, huh)

Long as you play a role and don't act up

(What's good? Huh)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I could hand you a few for the trap

As long as you never slacking, let me know when you back up

Loyalty's everything, a forever thing

The money keep calling, sometimes it never ring

(Oh, ah-ah, ooh-ooh-ooh)

**** is balling, sometimes they never in

Try to keep score and eventhough you'd never win

(Ah, yeah)

(Oh-oh-oh)

Loyalty's everything, a forever thing

The money keep calling, sometimes it never ring

Vado, Vado, Vado, Vado