Slang (feat. JaceJay)

To get that money Had to hustle in the rain Didn't know nothing 'Bout the struggle and the pain They think I'm fronting Like my come up was in vain Everything one hundred I ain't fucking with these lames Taking trips to different countries Tryna jump up on a plane Them clips they busting I ain't ducking let em bang Your bitch she blushing When the subject be my name Staying lit I'm sipping substance Till I'm slumped but still I slang They act the same I take action with the gang Young Mack like Maine I ain't slacking in this thang I can't complain I make magic they amazed If you try to grab my chain Imma smack you in the face That's the facts I ain't playing with 'em Never will Stacking racks until I'm greying Imma get my fill Slap a rat I get him caged I tell him better chill After that I disengage I never let it build Half they chapters missing pages They ain't read the book Mak a master in the game These stages leave 'em shook Rapping faster than these lames They hate to even look Trap to cash out on a chain This paper keep me hooked To get that money Had to hustle in the rain Didn't know nothing 'Bout the struggle and the pain They think I'm fronting Like my come up was in vain Everything one hundred I ain't fucking with these lames Taking trips to different countries Tryna jump up on a plane Them clips they busting I ain't ducking let em bang Your bitch she blushing When the subject be my name Staying lit I'm sipping substance Till I'm slumped but still I slang I remember slanging dope, dope in my city Coke fiend stuff coke, coke coke in my city I know all the ways, slang dope in my city I be with the gang, moving O's through the city Name your price, double twice Can't fuck with me I know your type, all the hype Can't fuck with me Brody bando name That's my bro, we get litty Name your price, double twice Can't fuck with me Why you in my traphouse? I be whipping dope, in the traphouse Whipping all this dope up in the traphouse We fuck all you bitches in the traphouse To get that money Had to hustle in the rain Didn't know nothing 'Bout the struggle and the pain They think I'm fronting Like my come up was in vain Everything one hundred I ain't fucking with these lames Taking trips to different countries Tryna jump up on a plane Them clips they busting I ain't ducking let 'em bang Your bitch she blushing When the subject be my name Staying lit I'm sipping substance Till I'm slumped but still I slang