I've been told I had a good run
But I ain't done
Shit is fun plus I'm shining sun
I'm the one
All that hate u talk
Don't make me none
Gotta sauce all in my drums
I'm just out here trying to get a lil some
Trying to get ahead getta jump
I used to pump cds outta the trunk
GDs all in the cut
We going up
Release big guns 40 a month
I was cooking when it wasn't no stunt
Back when a nigga was young
Had premature lungs
Was drinking a bunch
Soon leveled out I was thinkin of routes bout how imma flex on u cunts
I need a rush I need a rush
I cannot settle for stuff
I want the medals I go and I hunt
To the death if it's something I love
They aim at ya mug not tryna be hood
Or selling no good I wanna be good huh
Did what we could this is where we at come getta close look bruh
I have been down bad I have been up great let's stay
Times when I was sad I just learn from the mistakes Okay
Followed the path that I chose
Gotta to do what I do to get food and some clothes
Wake and I smoke me a cone
Happiness often alone
Watch where u throwing them stones
Catch em and build me a home
I will not get off my throne
My guard dogs are now drones
Try to move righteous
But despite this I can be wrong
You ain't gotta hype this I'm gonna fight this on my own
Put my clone in a song
Sing it wit me do a run
How many die by the Gun
Used to ride looking dumb
Chances go and they come
No way to know the outcome
Went from Obama to Trump
Shit drama slump
Oh well Commas up
Wanna big ol pile of bucks
Just don't be sitting wit ducks
Niggas that'll shiest u leave u f*cked
Stuck it in gear six at this level I don't miss
Kick back eat shell fish
F*ck thoughts be Fearless
Get it outta ya head
Go hard til ya dead
That feeling of running a red
Ducking the cops getting caught by the feds
But most of us right at our desk blessed but stressed by internet flex
Death of star live on in a bar no telling what imma do next