[Intro: Rick Hyde]
(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Ricky!)
[Verse 1: Rick Hyde]
Fuck them other niggas, shit, my biggest opp was patience
Another six figures on a table, I can taste it (That money)
Your heart be on your sleeve, bitch, this Rollie like a bracelet
Everythin' residual, I'm out here gettin' placements
Unc' was in the kitchen with the pots and the Mason (Whip, whip, whip)
My fate was slowly comin' out the water, like it's Jason
We don't need role models, we need innovation
I'm tellin' you, I feel it in the air, ventilation
Black Soprano Family, the new administration (Biggеst BSF)
My maneuverin' is gracious, you must knew a nigga facе it
I took two to miss some greats, you just do enough to make it
I wrap you in a circle, like you hoggin' up the blanket (Haha)
I never seen a bitch I couldn't fuck or a spaceship
I never seen this kind of money workin' on a dayshift (That's facts)
Two-hundred-somethin'-thousand out the mud what I wasted (That's facts)
My dream was right in front of me, I got up and I chased it
Bitch, it's Ricky, yo
[Verse 2: ElCamino & Heem B$F]
Ayo, hustle for a cause (facts), so I'm ignorin' cost
Dirty text, all bitches waitin' on me to respond
Underground king, but I got hits, like Chaka Khan (Khan)
And a hundred hoes tryna introduce me to they mom (Mama love)
I'm the boss type, I ain't never fell in line
I ain't nothin' like these fake Gs when they smell a line (Sniff)
I don't mix every niggas stories when I'm tellin' mine
But I, might got a lick for yours, when I'm sellin' mine
Uh, don't fuck with the split, then never mind
A nigga, once told me the same and he fell behind (Fell behind)
I came in this world way beyond my time
And then, put in more work in than all these niggas combined
Uh, add it up, they don't even do the math (Nigga, do the math)
By the time they catch up, I'll be on to another bag (Another one)
In the back of the Benz and I'm lettin' burden blast
Pourin' DeLeon, if it's stretched, fill it up my glass (If it's stretched)
I might not come in first, but it won't be last (It won't)
If all else fails, I'm gon' need another mask (Gon' need it, nigga)
But, I ain't one of them niggas that's always been want cash
That's why y'all be stayin' out the way in this bucket of crabs
Trackhawk off the lot, 'cause I fucked up the Jack (Skrrt, they know)
Speed limit thirty, but I still do a buck and a half
(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Ricky!)
[Verse 1: Rick Hyde]
Fuck them other niggas, shit, my biggest opp was patience
Another six figures on a table, I can taste it (That money)
Your heart be on your sleeve, bitch, this Rollie like a bracelet
Everythin' residual, I'm out here gettin' placements
Unc' was in the kitchen with the pots and the Mason (Whip, whip, whip)
My fate was slowly comin' out the water, like it's Jason
We don't need role models, we need innovation
I'm tellin' you, I feel it in the air, ventilation
Black Soprano Family, the new administration (Biggеst BSF)
My maneuverin' is gracious, you must knew a nigga facе it
I took two to miss some greats, you just do enough to make it
I wrap you in a circle, like you hoggin' up the blanket (Haha)
I never seen a bitch I couldn't fuck or a spaceship
I never seen this kind of money workin' on a dayshift (That's facts)
Two-hundred-somethin'-thousand out the mud what I wasted (That's facts)
My dream was right in front of me, I got up and I chased it
Bitch, it's Ricky, yo
[Verse 2: ElCamino & Heem B$F]
Ayo, hustle for a cause (facts), so I'm ignorin' cost
Dirty text, all bitches waitin' on me to respond
Underground king, but I got hits, like Chaka Khan (Khan)
And a hundred hoes tryna introduce me to they mom (Mama love)
I'm the boss type, I ain't never fell in line
I ain't nothin' like these fake Gs when they smell a line (Sniff)
I don't mix every niggas stories when I'm tellin' mine
But I, might got a lick for yours, when I'm sellin' mine
Uh, don't fuck with the split, then never mind
A nigga, once told me the same and he fell behind (Fell behind)
I came in this world way beyond my time
And then, put in more work in than all these niggas combined
Uh, add it up, they don't even do the math (Nigga, do the math)
By the time they catch up, I'll be on to another bag (Another one)
In the back of the Benz and I'm lettin' burden blast
Pourin' DeLeon, if it's stretched, fill it up my glass (If it's stretched)
I might not come in first, but it won't be last (It won't)
If all else fails, I'm gon' need another mask (Gon' need it, nigga)
But, I ain't one of them niggas that's always been want cash
That's why y'all be stayin' out the way in this bucket of crabs
Trackhawk off the lot, 'cause I fucked up the Jack (Skrrt, they know)
Speed limit thirty, but I still do a buck and a half
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