Lyrics: Ryler J. Speich
Music: Mike Scianna
This is for all of my niggas who underdogs given no handouts
It's been some years since I holla'd at homies who I dun cut off we don't hang out
See I cut connections and ties with the people who hold me back we was jus' different
They couldn't fathom the vision it's
only so natural we wasn't clicking
See I took those handouts and handed em' back with the hand, thats a back hander
Bitch Imma slap the shit out of these rappers I make it look sexy like dapper Dan
Bitch Im the president,
Listen in, lately I vibe to a whole different lifestyle
Push ups every morning, smoothies and vegetables, lately I quit getting high now
All of those kudos they giving don't matter
Huh,
when you ain't the boss
On the top of my game
We be keepin' it corporate,
Keys in the cayman for corvettes
But keep it lowkey, hush
Even with no gas,
Push
See this is for all of my niggas who spending their pennies like dollars
All of my niggas who sick of the system
They sinkin' in debts to their collar
Drive like Mullholland
No stalling, keep going
We'll make it we know this shit risky
Naked Im dressed in a bathrobe on balconies Top floor Im sipping this whisky
Seven nations couldn't hold me back
New girl she a bad bitch
That's what she said she so confident
She wore the dress made them curvy features
Stand out like chiselling monuments
She like to suck it, cream
This beat too clean
It's a wrap, scene
Life like a movie
I do my thang
On my name
It's a shame
I'm still the same young nigga from the '05
Bitch Im gone fly
See me go fly
Y'all ain't heard like this
Bitch nigga why you fussin'?
We be comin thru with the function
We dont give a **** about your **** shit
Trust me
Y'all aint heard like this
Bitch nigga why you fussin'?
We be comin thru with the function
We dont give a **** about your **** shit
Trust me
Y'all aint heard like this
Bitch nigga why you fussin'?
We be comin thru with the function
Mikey on the beat no discussion
Trust me