[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah!
Yeah
I got a couple people in my life I don't need
I ain't even stressin' I'm just smokin' on some weed
For the week yeah yeah
[Verse]
An OG plug said, "Fuck em all, get the money"
Fourth quarter I'm off street corners the budget pay for all costs
Cash no card, nobody's starving
When I ball, the fam ball with me, point guards
Russel Westbrook, Steph Curry, Chris Paul
I got your idol shook
Got em struggling to make a song
First I gave you Couldn't
I was mixing trap with the bars when they said I wouldn't do it cause I ain't did it before
Then I gave you Mgani
Cause I felt like you needed more to understand the transition from rapper into an artist
Nigga play your part
Used to beg em to put me on here's my favourite part
I don't even need them at all
Now my momma bigger than me in the hood I swear
Fuss free, we all good out here
Like Big Sean, 2 Chainz just to make my motherfucking point clear
Like Big Star Johnson quoted, 'Nigga this my year'
Got these, Twitter monsters comparing me to my fans, my offspring
Niggas that look up to me like I'm dad
I got these, Insta models confessing because I'm up and I'm shining I done personified a chandelier
I got these, journalists writing columns about the boy
I'm the topic now got em gossiping about the boy
Been a young king now address me as young God
Like a ground surface it's impossible for me to fall
Now I, don't do the subliminal dont go forward if I fuck with you I fuck with you
Till I'm gone and I know niggas who get physical
Like a job that don't do much except fuck up niggas that fuck with us
I, stack up the paper let the fam get a share
I do the shit for them I hope you're aware
Put yourself in my shoes I could give you a pair
The struggle will make you humble as a Muslim man
The troubles of what is life will make you wise up and then
The hustle gon' be the muscle nigga I hope you grasping
Look, don't let this fame get your ass out of line
You human don't treat these people like they're not of your kind
It's like, man, I hope you doing well
They ain't never see me coming they just couldn't tell
CDs are the only other thing I'll sell
And now my phone memo phone full saved by the bell
You saved by the bell!
Yeah, yeah
Yeah!
Yeah
I got a couple people in my life I don't need
I ain't even stressin' I'm just smokin' on some weed
For the week yeah yeah
[Verse]
An OG plug said, "Fuck em all, get the money"
Fourth quarter I'm off street corners the budget pay for all costs
Cash no card, nobody's starving
When I ball, the fam ball with me, point guards
Russel Westbrook, Steph Curry, Chris Paul
I got your idol shook
Got em struggling to make a song
First I gave you Couldn't
I was mixing trap with the bars when they said I wouldn't do it cause I ain't did it before
Then I gave you Mgani
Cause I felt like you needed more to understand the transition from rapper into an artist
Nigga play your part
Used to beg em to put me on here's my favourite part
I don't even need them at all
Now my momma bigger than me in the hood I swear
Fuss free, we all good out here
Like Big Sean, 2 Chainz just to make my motherfucking point clear
Like Big Star Johnson quoted, 'Nigga this my year'
Got these, Twitter monsters comparing me to my fans, my offspring
Niggas that look up to me like I'm dad
I got these, Insta models confessing because I'm up and I'm shining I done personified a chandelier
I got these, journalists writing columns about the boy
I'm the topic now got em gossiping about the boy
Been a young king now address me as young God
Like a ground surface it's impossible for me to fall
Now I, don't do the subliminal dont go forward if I fuck with you I fuck with you
Till I'm gone and I know niggas who get physical
Like a job that don't do much except fuck up niggas that fuck with us
I, stack up the paper let the fam get a share
I do the shit for them I hope you're aware
Put yourself in my shoes I could give you a pair
The struggle will make you humble as a Muslim man
The troubles of what is life will make you wise up and then
The hustle gon' be the muscle nigga I hope you grasping
Look, don't let this fame get your ass out of line
You human don't treat these people like they're not of your kind
It's like, man, I hope you doing well
They ain't never see me coming they just couldn't tell
CDs are the only other thing I'll sell
And now my phone memo phone full saved by the bell
You saved by the bell!
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