[Verse 1]
I chuck my deuce to these hoes
Give my heart to the fame
A song of mine's the only thing
She'll ever play with again
I stay on my grind
Tryna get what's mine
Everybody saying that my moment to shit is coming
But I'm telling them
That I ain't waiting
Imma keep on chasing
I'm chasing all pieces of bacon
Till my back is aching
And they wanna know where a nigga posted?
I'm really posted the same way I came in
I'm just the guy in the back
Wit a blunt in his hand
I'm just really, really tryna get people to understand
That I didn't choose this life
This life chose me
This is something that I was shown
By my OG's, yep
When I said OG's
I meant oldies
I used to play on CD's who peaked back in '03
His name was 50 Cent
Worth a 100 million dollars
Every times I bumped his shit
My nigga, I would pop my collar
I felt like the man in the moment
Nah, at that moment I was the man
Treating every single moment
Like it's my last bumping Big Sean
I'm just tryna get up on that ass
Ayy, now where - at?
Where - at?
I chase hoes nigga
And yeah I'm proud of that
I probably wouldn't get 'em right now as it stands
But just wait until I got a wad cash in my hand
Let me feel that shit
[voice note]
[Verse 2]
Rapper, rapper, mic check
Yeah
How many flows do I got?
I got plenty in my head
Careers of tweeting ass rappers
Is holding on by a thread
And that shit ain't just no threat
It's a motherfuckin' promise man
I'm grinding till we in the promise land
Rapper things, rapper things
Yeah, that's what we doing
Rappers things, rapper things
We drop they consuming
Rapper things, rapper things
It's more than just a movement
Rapper things, oh shit, man
What am I doing?
I ain't on that love shit
(Ayy, Fuck love)
I'm on that get money, get the money shit
(Ayy, get that money)
And I know she looking for that love shit
(Fuck love)
I'm on that cash, hoes and that drug shit
(That drug shit!!)
I need a chain, I need a lick
I need a bitch, I need a Rarri
Promethazine when I'm stepping in the party
She need to have Nicki Minaj ass
With some Lil' Kim attitude
And gotta be way nastier than Cardi, oou
Set it off but I might take off on these hoes
Yep, it's just me and my fucking migos
Walk it like we talk it
And we do that shit
I'm a rapper ain't no need for me to prove that shit
Oouu
Talking to clouds
I'm hoping that God hear me
Don't fear me
Fear him who resides within me
Yes, that rapper rapper
Who might kill any rapper, any trapper
Left the murder scene still looking
Dapper
[Voice note]
I chuck my deuce to these hoes
Give my heart to the fame
A song of mine's the only thing
She'll ever play with again
I stay on my grind
Tryna get what's mine
Everybody saying that my moment to shit is coming
But I'm telling them
That I ain't waiting
Imma keep on chasing
I'm chasing all pieces of bacon
Till my back is aching
And they wanna know where a nigga posted?
I'm really posted the same way I came in
I'm just the guy in the back
Wit a blunt in his hand
I'm just really, really tryna get people to understand
That I didn't choose this life
This life chose me
This is something that I was shown
By my OG's, yep
When I said OG's
I meant oldies
I used to play on CD's who peaked back in '03
His name was 50 Cent
Worth a 100 million dollars
Every times I bumped his shit
My nigga, I would pop my collar
I felt like the man in the moment
Nah, at that moment I was the man
Treating every single moment
Like it's my last bumping Big Sean
I'm just tryna get up on that ass
Ayy, now where - at?
Where - at?
I chase hoes nigga
And yeah I'm proud of that
I probably wouldn't get 'em right now as it stands
But just wait until I got a wad cash in my hand
Let me feel that shit
[voice note]
[Verse 2]
Rapper, rapper, mic check
Yeah
How many flows do I got?
I got plenty in my head
Careers of tweeting ass rappers
Is holding on by a thread
And that shit ain't just no threat
It's a motherfuckin' promise man
I'm grinding till we in the promise land
Rapper things, rapper things
Yeah, that's what we doing
Rappers things, rapper things
We drop they consuming
Rapper things, rapper things
It's more than just a movement
Rapper things, oh shit, man
What am I doing?
I ain't on that love shit
(Ayy, Fuck love)
I'm on that get money, get the money shit
(Ayy, get that money)
And I know she looking for that love shit
(Fuck love)
I'm on that cash, hoes and that drug shit
(That drug shit!!)
I need a chain, I need a lick
I need a bitch, I need a Rarri
Promethazine when I'm stepping in the party
She need to have Nicki Minaj ass
With some Lil' Kim attitude
And gotta be way nastier than Cardi, oou
Set it off but I might take off on these hoes
Yep, it's just me and my fucking migos
Walk it like we talk it
And we do that shit
I'm a rapper ain't no need for me to prove that shit
Oouu
Talking to clouds
I'm hoping that God hear me
Don't fear me
Fear him who resides within me
Yes, that rapper rapper
Who might kill any rapper, any trapper
Left the murder scene still looking
Dapper
[Voice note]
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