[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
(BatGang got that heat, boy)
(VVS got the juice, ho)
[Verse]
I'm makin' progress now, I put the blueprint down
I bought a blueberry phone, I'm in a new whip now
I started him off with a zip, he get a few bricks now
I got a Starbucks boomin', I make a ship touch down
South Twelfth, I really got it off the curb
And don't get the respect that I deserve, but I'm Muslim now
Back when it was only me and DJ Earl, when I told him I'm gon' take over the world
It was just me and my girl
First mixtape flopped, that was that nerve
Tryna lock it down for self-respect, I might be on the vеrge
Told **** to come record mе on the road, told me, "No"
Although it hurt, Brasi never got deterred
Everything that I was loyal to, it dragged me through the dirt, that's my word
I got love for a gangster, shed blood for a gangster
But people drag your name through the mud when you a gangster
Still got love for **** and I don't take nothin' from him
I'm up in rank and I ain't pushed one button
Tatted with faces, I ain't get none covered
Put 'em in place and I ain't get nothin' from it
I know they still tryna get somethin' punished
The godmother gave me comfort, I'm protected on that other end
Money on my top, receivin' blessings on that other end
Too afraid of organizations, it gotta fall
Watch I put another secret compartment inside the wall
Free my dawgs behind the wall, may Allah be with us all
Feel no respect, oh, watch I give this shit my all
Peewee league, peewee cheese, why not get what you can handle?
But monkeys can't be sellin' no bananas
Don't let that go over your head, I was only tryna give you an example
Just know I'm in that bracket, I don't do no flexin' and controllin', I'm demandin'
Slum lord, standin' in the trenches with that package
Landed back in Cali, shout the Texans, say it landed
Shoutout Canada, what's happenin'?
(CashMoneyAP)
(BatGang got that heat, boy)
(VVS got the juice, ho)
[Verse]
I'm makin' progress now, I put the blueprint down
I bought a blueberry phone, I'm in a new whip now
I started him off with a zip, he get a few bricks now
I got a Starbucks boomin', I make a ship touch down
South Twelfth, I really got it off the curb
And don't get the respect that I deserve, but I'm Muslim now
Back when it was only me and DJ Earl, when I told him I'm gon' take over the world
It was just me and my girl
First mixtape flopped, that was that nerve
Tryna lock it down for self-respect, I might be on the vеrge
Told **** to come record mе on the road, told me, "No"
Although it hurt, Brasi never got deterred
Everything that I was loyal to, it dragged me through the dirt, that's my word
I got love for a gangster, shed blood for a gangster
But people drag your name through the mud when you a gangster
Still got love for **** and I don't take nothin' from him
I'm up in rank and I ain't pushed one button
Tatted with faces, I ain't get none covered
Put 'em in place and I ain't get nothin' from it
I know they still tryna get somethin' punished
The godmother gave me comfort, I'm protected on that other end
Money on my top, receivin' blessings on that other end
Too afraid of organizations, it gotta fall
Watch I put another secret compartment inside the wall
Free my dawgs behind the wall, may Allah be with us all
Feel no respect, oh, watch I give this shit my all
Peewee league, peewee cheese, why not get what you can handle?
But monkeys can't be sellin' no bananas
Don't let that go over your head, I was only tryna give you an example
Just know I'm in that bracket, I don't do no flexin' and controllin', I'm demandin'
Slum lord, standin' in the trenches with that package
Landed back in Cali, shout the Texans, say it landed
Shoutout Canada, what's happenin'?
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