Trench baby, still go get a Hunt's and split it with the gang
Rich baby, tell me what you want, that shit be here today
Slick baby, still might break your heart, just know I'm here to stay
I'm in my bag, not in my feelings, never feel a way
They been in my business like a customer, don't f*ck with them
Ask me bout no nigga, bout no bitches, got no love for us
Nipsey with the Hussle, after Kennedy, I doubled up
Only headshots is when my woman got me turning up
Lesson took from L's, I knew it all, but I ain't learn enough
Circle got so small, I saw these squares ain't wanna huddle up
Scars they left me with still fade away, guess they ain't hurt enough
Keep your two cents nigga, you ain't even worth enough
Prayin' that you call my bluff, last one? showed him twice a dub
And that was monthly, what's a yearly, get your prices up
Hoes and liquor, pussy nigga, get your vices up
Money plus the morals and the currency is culture, on God
Yeah, yeah, gotta feel me
How many niggas that I put on stages say they hate me?
How many of you boys can say that you returned the favor?
I've never seen you go on tour, just seen you go through phases
Traumatized, your persona drumatized
I'ma slide out with my daughter and then slide for homicides
If you drop the low, I up the score like Rondo Numba 9
I'm a 83 orchestrator, South Memphis orator
Never needed coronation, queens give me dome and patience
Expensive pain, put a switchie on his broke ass
And I never had a sponsor word to Co Cash
And I'd never go to Herbo for my first smash
Niggas rappin' bout some wafi, you was movin' sloppy
New designer, old Rihanna, but shit far from rocky
Heaven sent, hell bent, Bernie called me godly
Double mint with the drip, shorty called me cocky
Baby, that's confidence, dime ain't use her common sense
Commas what I tried to get, I ain't rhymed like Common since
Still "roc" it from the soul on my HOV
At times I feel like PAC, it ain't the ring in the nose
Why they cling to these flows, I turn pain into poems
From the bottom where they heartless, where the pain always pouring
Caught a plane, went on tour, less of rain, wanted more
Lil' one gotta shine, put it on the dotted line, that's bottom line
Standin' on the business like a nigga with a dollar sign
Niggas work for clout, know you was starvin', could've copped some pounds
I know some prophets needing profit, gotta call around
Ask me, can we make a play, you Hamlet with the style
Long winded, no winning, boy, you like the Cleveland Browns
Really Bron, let em' witness how I fell and got the crown
Love for all who stayed around, you jumped ship, you gotta drown on God
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Trench baby, still go get a Hunt's and split it with the gang
Rich baby, tell me what you want, that shit be here today
Slick baby, still might break your heart, just know I'm here to stay
I'm in my bag, not in my feelings, never feel a way
They been in my business like a customer, don't f*ck with them
Ask me bout no nigga, bout no bitches, got no love for us
Nipsey with the Hussle, after Kennedy, I doubled up
Only headshots is when my woman got me turning up
Lesson took from L's, I knew it all, but I ain't learn enough
Circle got so small, I saw these squares ain't wanna huddle up
Scars they left me with still fade away, guess they ain't hurt enough
Keep your two cents nigga, you ain't even worth enough
Prayin' that you call my bluff, last one? showed him twice a dub
And that was monthly, what's a yearly, get your prices up
Hoes and liquor, pussy nigga, get your vices up
Money plus the morals and the currency is culture, on God
Yeah, yeah, gotta feel me
How many niggas that I put on stages say they hate me?
How many of you boys can say that you returned the favor?
I've never seen you go on tour, just seen you go through phases
Traumatized, your persona drumatized
I'ma slide out with my daughter and then slide for homicides
If you drop the low, I up the score like Rondo Numba 9
I'm a 83 orchestrator, South Memphis orator
Never needed coronation, queens give me dome and patience
Expensive pain, put a switchie on his broke ass
And I never had a sponsor word to Co Cash
And I'd never go to Herbo for my first smash
Niggas rappin' bout some wafi, you was movin' sloppy
New designer, old Rihanna, but shit far from rocky
Heaven sent, hell bent, Bernie called me godly
Double mint with the drip, shorty called me cocky
Baby, that's confidence, dime ain't use her common sense
Commas what I tried to get, I ain't rhymed like Common since
Still "roc" it from the soul on my HOV
At times I feel like PAC, it ain't the ring in the nose
Why they cling to these flows, I turn pain into poems
From the bottom where they heartless, where the pain always pouring
Caught a plane, went on tour, less of rain, wanted more
Lil' one gotta shine, put it on the dotted line, that's bottom line
Standin' on the business like a nigga with a dollar sign
Niggas work for clout, know you was starvin', could've copped some pounds
I know some prophets needing profit, gotta call around
Ask me, can we make a play, you Hamlet with the style
Long winded, no winning, boy, you like the Cleveland Browns
Really Bron, let em' witness how I fell and got the crown
Love for all who stayed around, you jumped ship, you gotta drown on God
Rich baby, tell me what you want, that shit be here today
Slick baby, still might break your heart, just know I'm here to stay
I'm in my bag, not in my feelings, never feel a way
They been in my business like a customer, don't f*ck with them
Ask me bout no nigga, bout no bitches, got no love for us
Nipsey with the Hussle, after Kennedy, I doubled up
Only headshots is when my woman got me turning up
Lesson took from L's, I knew it all, but I ain't learn enough
Circle got so small, I saw these squares ain't wanna huddle up
Scars they left me with still fade away, guess they ain't hurt enough
Keep your two cents nigga, you ain't even worth enough
Prayin' that you call my bluff, last one? showed him twice a dub
And that was monthly, what's a yearly, get your prices up
Hoes and liquor, pussy nigga, get your vices up
Money plus the morals and the currency is culture, on God
Yeah, yeah, gotta feel me
How many niggas that I put on stages say they hate me?
How many of you boys can say that you returned the favor?
I've never seen you go on tour, just seen you go through phases
Traumatized, your persona drumatized
I'ma slide out with my daughter and then slide for homicides
If you drop the low, I up the score like Rondo Numba 9
I'm a 83 orchestrator, South Memphis orator
Never needed coronation, queens give me dome and patience
Expensive pain, put a switchie on his broke ass
And I never had a sponsor word to Co Cash
And I'd never go to Herbo for my first smash
Niggas rappin' bout some wafi, you was movin' sloppy
New designer, old Rihanna, but shit far from rocky
Heaven sent, hell bent, Bernie called me godly
Double mint with the drip, shorty called me cocky
Baby, that's confidence, dime ain't use her common sense
Commas what I tried to get, I ain't rhymed like Common since
Still "roc" it from the soul on my HOV
At times I feel like PAC, it ain't the ring in the nose
Why they cling to these flows, I turn pain into poems
From the bottom where they heartless, where the pain always pouring
Caught a plane, went on tour, less of rain, wanted more
Lil' one gotta shine, put it on the dotted line, that's bottom line
Standin' on the business like a nigga with a dollar sign
Niggas work for clout, know you was starvin', could've copped some pounds
I know some prophets needing profit, gotta call around
Ask me, can we make a play, you Hamlet with the style
Long winded, no winning, boy, you like the Cleveland Browns
Really Bron, let em' witness how I fell and got the crown
Love for all who stayed around, you jumped ship, you gotta drown on God
Writer: D. Telford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid