Cake Up MO3 (Ft. Ralo)

[Intro: Ralo]
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I'm runnin', nigga
Long live MO3

[Verse 1: MO3]
I done took all kinda risks
Got jammed when I hit that lick
Bein' broke what made me this
Lost hope, couldn't pay my rent
Seventy-five racks for the chain and piece
Made five hunnid thou', wasn't game to me
Spent two hunnid bands, don't say I'm cheap
This Moncler coat was made for me
Two-tone bustdown cuban
New AP, and I wear that shit faithfully
F&N, got it on me right now, nigga, don't be stupid, better not play with me
On my mama, I been slangin' iron when it's time to dance
This choppa Nae Nae for me
Fuck nigga hatin', get away from me
Lil' bitch, get dipped, didn't pay the fee
No cap, go ask the streets, like Tiger Woods, I put a hole in one
My opps wish I don't show up, but look, me, I'm like I hope he come
Famous gangsta, I get money, but on TV, I feel like Oprah son
My casket, I won't open one
Got bodies, better show me some
Radio won't play my song, it's like they want me to sell my soul or somethin'
'Cause they know what I rap is real, they know that these facts, they can't control or somethin'
"Everybody don't like you, son, but it's okay," I know you told me, mama
Thou shall not be overcome
Ask God why he made me the chosen one