[Verse]
Yeah
We are really missing on a lot, but what is that about?
See nigga acting like it’s something they didn’t know about
See, that’s why sitting in this fucking drought
You see, they’re stingy with the figures, but we figured a way
We gon’ run this bag up, push it till it’s selling out
Spend it on my business and push it to a new amount
Niggas wasn’t trapping huh?
‘Till the bras came around
Why it takes so long just to introduce a newer sound?
Niggas wasn’t cool with us, so we’re cold to them
And some can’t be trusted, so don’t leave your shit with them
They’re going out sad dawg, doing it for clout
They’re selling out for some records that ain’t selling now (Fuck)
I get my cheese, then I’m out (Then I’m out)
Get the bags, spread it out (Spread it out)
If they’re hogging the scene, take em out (Take em out)
You did well, don’t be scared to take a bow (Take a bow)
See the thing is, you don’t have to go (Have to go)
Just find somebody (Aye!), Make sure they’re dope (Aye!)
Throw a show (Aye!), put ’em on (Aye!)
Just put some budget in their pocket, let ’em know (Aye!)
You got next son, just hold it down (Hold it down)
And if you find a real shawty, hold her down (Hold her down)
See, most of these niggas are probably gonna try to keep her down, huh!
And most of these shawties probably gonna try to diss and clown her
Just send the elevator down, it’s hella litty
Like Lil’ Wayne did with Drizzy Drake and Nicki
Like Dr. Dre did with Pac and Eminem
Like Eminem did when he had 5O Cent
Like Rick Ross did when he found Meek
Like Young Thug did when he found Keed
My whole point is a cosign really builds the culture
Just grab the blueprint from XXL covers
We need a lotta bricks, ’cause we’re building a bigger structure
And we need a lotta help, so we need us a lotta hustlers
I’m just being real, and I’m keeping this shit one hundred
In this business, ain’t no room for sensitive motherfuckers
I’m just getting to it, niggas said that Hip Hop dead
I’m living through it
Niggas tryna hide my bread, I’m getting to it
Nigga, I just read about my shit, I’m kinda fluent
Niggas sign these contracts, before you know it
Money bags come real fast, and then they blow it
Drive a bank balance down in a coupe, before you know it
Hella bad debt baggage, at least you got it in Louis
Aweh, yeah the Rand’s still pap but we aiming for Gucci
And that shit is dumb as fuck, but I’m probably guilty
Chasing bread ’cause I’m not in the mood for some muesli
You a lame if you slept, now you act like you knew me
Couple babes tryna get me to service the coochie
Show me love if you know that you fuck with the newbies
I shoot my shot at opportunities, bustlin’ like Uzis (Praa!)
I shoot my shot at opportunities, bustlin’ like Uzis (Praa!)
I stole the game like a nigga been shopping at Uzzi (Praa!)
