They just mad we goin' up and they stuck
They just mad they ain't on it like us
Smellin' like that good smoke and Versace
A lot of game in these books, thank my OG
Used to watch it on TV
Now every step we takin' closer to our dreams
Used to hate me on the low like I wouldn't be nothing now we got the people watching every time we drop
Feel like uncy in the kitchen whippin' dope up
Them undercover haters show the most love
But I don't care about none of that, need my bank up
But I don't care about none of that, need my bank up
Already got enough friends, keep that fake love
Cut loose ends every year, only Brookside I trust
Cook up beats and eat em' like a fat boy or some
Way she eat D, you would've thought she never ate lunch
Super high fire, you can tell this more than fun
Need funds, fame, and then some
Never been all about the money, but I need funds
Never trippin' off a hoe, I ain't that dumb
No cap rap here, bitch, I'm really that
Give me a paper and some Kush, bet I'm rollin' that
Put me on some, bet I'm killin' that
Put me on game, bet I'll make a couple racks
They just mad we goin' up and they stuck
They just mad they ain't on it like us
Smellin' like that good smoke and Versace
A lot of game in these books, thank my OG
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They just mad we goin' up and they stuck
They just mad they ain't on it like us
Smellin' like that good smoke and Versace
A lot of game in these books, thank my OG
Used to watch it on TV
Now every step we takin' closer to our dreams
Used to hate me on the low like I wouldn't be nothing now we got the people watching every time we drop
Feel like uncy in the kitchen whippin' dope up
Them undercover haters show the most love
But I don't care about none of that, need my bank up
But I don't care about none of that, need my bank up
Already got enough friends, keep that fake love
Cut loose ends every year, only Brookside I trust
Cook up beats and eat em' like a fat boy or some
Way she eat D, you would've thought she never ate lunch
Super high fire, you can tell this more than fun
Need funds, fame, and then some
Never been all about the money, but I need funds
Never trippin' off a hoe, I ain't that dumb
No cap rap here, bitch, I'm really that
Give me a paper and some Kush, bet I'm rollin' that
Put me on some, bet I'm killin' that
Put me on game, bet I'll make a couple racks
They just mad we goin' up and they stuck
They just mad they ain't on it like us
Smellin' like that good smoke and Versace
A lot of game in these books, thank my OG
They just mad they ain't on it like us
Smellin' like that good smoke and Versace
A lot of game in these books, thank my OG
Used to watch it on TV
Now every step we takin' closer to our dreams
Used to hate me on the low like I wouldn't be nothing now we got the people watching every time we drop
Feel like uncy in the kitchen whippin' dope up
Them undercover haters show the most love
But I don't care about none of that, need my bank up
But I don't care about none of that, need my bank up
Already got enough friends, keep that fake love
Cut loose ends every year, only Brookside I trust
Cook up beats and eat em' like a fat boy or some
Way she eat D, you would've thought she never ate lunch
Super high fire, you can tell this more than fun
Need funds, fame, and then some
Never been all about the money, but I need funds
Never trippin' off a hoe, I ain't that dumb
No cap rap here, bitch, I'm really that
Give me a paper and some Kush, bet I'm rollin' that
Put me on some, bet I'm killin' that
Put me on game, bet I'll make a couple racks
They just mad we goin' up and they stuck
They just mad they ain't on it like us
Smellin' like that good smoke and Versace
A lot of game in these books, thank my OG
Writer: Terrence Kelley jr
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