Couple different cities in a week
Can't remember last time I got sleep
Get by any means, I gotta eat
Keep that choppa with me in the seat
Keep security with me where I go
I can't take no L's, we bout to blow
Hit my jeweler, bless my Cuban with some stones
At the bank and I ain't looking for a loan
These valley bitches bleeding from their nose
They know I don't do backstage at my shows
Back in Venice dropped my diamonds off a boat
Just so I can see them bitches float
Diamonds on me had to run it up (Did the race)
Bands breaking had to tape it up (Wrap it up)
Run up on me, we gon' light you up
Slept on couches, thank god for the plug
Looking from the outside, never in
Sitting on more hits than Tony Gwynn
Got my driver slip and sliding through my ends
All these rap and singing niggas stealing trends
These labels tryna finger f*ck my dimes
Keep my masters, I won't ever sign (Got the hits)
You ain't got no ties you ain't my slime (Not my slime)
Juggin', why you hit me on my line?
I ain't got no patience, got no time
Nigga zoning, so they tryna give me fines
Recording in the hills, I must be hard to find
AP glisten, Stevie Wonder, leave you blind
No trust for you niggas, I know that you lurkin'
Can't get in touch with me, I'm always working
Tour your city and that shit went perfect
She sees the Blue Benji's, she asking for berkys
Know that I'll cop it if I'm off the perkys
Charge for my verses, I don't put free work in
Just bought the foreign, I'm already swerving
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Couple different cities in a week
Can't remember last time I got sleep
Get by any means, I gotta eat
Keep that choppa with me in the seat
Keep security with me where I go
I can't take no L's, we bout to blow
Hit my jeweler, bless my Cuban with some stones
At the bank and I ain't looking for a loan
These valley bitches bleeding from their nose
They know I don't do backstage at my shows
Back in Venice dropped my diamonds off a boat
Just so I can see them bitches float
Diamonds on me had to run it up (Did the race)
Bands breaking had to tape it up (Wrap it up)
Run up on me, we gon' light you up
Slept on couches, thank god for the plug
Looking from the outside, never in
Sitting on more hits than Tony Gwynn
Got my driver slip and sliding through my ends
All these rap and singing niggas stealing trends
These labels tryna finger f*ck my dimes
Keep my masters, I won't ever sign (Got the hits)
You ain't got no ties you ain't my slime (Not my slime)
Juggin', why you hit me on my line?
I ain't got no patience, got no time
Nigga zoning, so they tryna give me fines
Recording in the hills, I must be hard to find
AP glisten, Stevie Wonder, leave you blind
No trust for you niggas, I know that you lurkin'
Can't get in touch with me, I'm always working
Tour your city and that shit went perfect
She sees the Blue Benji's, she asking for berkys
Know that I'll cop it if I'm off the perkys
Charge for my verses, I don't put free work in
Just bought the foreign, I'm already swerving
Can't remember last time I got sleep
Get by any means, I gotta eat
Keep that choppa with me in the seat
Keep security with me where I go
I can't take no L's, we bout to blow
Hit my jeweler, bless my Cuban with some stones
At the bank and I ain't looking for a loan
These valley bitches bleeding from their nose
They know I don't do backstage at my shows
Back in Venice dropped my diamonds off a boat
Just so I can see them bitches float
Diamonds on me had to run it up (Did the race)
Bands breaking had to tape it up (Wrap it up)
Run up on me, we gon' light you up
Slept on couches, thank god for the plug
Looking from the outside, never in
Sitting on more hits than Tony Gwynn
Got my driver slip and sliding through my ends
All these rap and singing niggas stealing trends
These labels tryna finger f*ck my dimes
Keep my masters, I won't ever sign (Got the hits)
You ain't got no ties you ain't my slime (Not my slime)
Juggin', why you hit me on my line?
I ain't got no patience, got no time
Nigga zoning, so they tryna give me fines
Recording in the hills, I must be hard to find
AP glisten, Stevie Wonder, leave you blind
No trust for you niggas, I know that you lurkin'
Can't get in touch with me, I'm always working
Tour your city and that shit went perfect
She sees the Blue Benji's, she asking for berkys
Know that I'll cop it if I'm off the perkys
Charge for my verses, I don't put free work in
Just bought the foreign, I'm already swerving
Writer: Jason Santiago
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