[Verse 1: Geechi Gotti]
Dreams of making it big and getting rich nigga
Fuck handouts dog, we taking risks nigga
And if I like yo' watch I take ya' wrist nigga
Paid in full, been getting it, since the Mitch nigga
Quick trigger, headshots and I don't miss nigga
Rap don't work I'm back to the hood, like I miss niggas
Couple bottles, bitches and weed, so we can twist nigga
Said don't use my hood as a crutch, but I'm a Crip nigga
Look she don't suck dick but she a sack-chaser
You ain't catch that, relax, come back and ask later
I want that Kellerman dough, I'm talking max paper
How you claiming you so seasoned but still you lack flavor?
Like a basketball team without a black player
You plain-balling, you could miss me with the name-calling
I drop knowledge, headshots a' have his brain falling
I seen niggas get killed because they move wrong
That's ya' bitch, you get locked, I bet she move on
On to the next like Swizz on the hook
A hundred years let's see who put a hundred on his books
Look at me now my nigga, 'cause this how hunger look
They lack ingredients don't tell me how the fuck they cook
Trash rappers, don't compare me to them gas rappers
Whole image see-through like a Saran rapper
These suckas be lying for they approval now
There go a gun, there go ya' man, you gotta prove it now
I'm Mr. Top Tier From the Proving Ground
Now chill Jones, y'all gon' make me have to kill Jones
Fuck ya' milestones, I'm out here moving real stones
Went from brick houses, to them penthouses
Translation from the big house to some big houses
Niggas kick it with snitches, just to get ounces
That don't make you a rat, but y'all some big mouses
That's Mickey shit, I rich roll like a 60 Crip
But I'm from Nutty and the nine got a 50 clip
I get rich or die trying like 50 Cent
With two .25's to ya' dome, I have 50 sent
Dreams of making it big and getting rich nigga
Fuck handouts dog, we taking risks nigga
And if I like yo' watch I take ya' wrist nigga
Paid in full, been getting it, since the Mitch nigga
Quick trigger, headshots and I don't miss nigga
Rap don't work I'm back to the hood, like I miss niggas
Couple bottles, bitches and weed, so we can twist nigga
Said don't use my hood as a crutch, but I'm a Crip nigga
Look she don't suck dick but she a sack-chaser
You ain't catch that, relax, come back and ask later
I want that Kellerman dough, I'm talking max paper
How you claiming you so seasoned but still you lack flavor?
Like a basketball team without a black player
You plain-balling, you could miss me with the name-calling
I drop knowledge, headshots a' have his brain falling
I seen niggas get killed because they move wrong
That's ya' bitch, you get locked, I bet she move on
On to the next like Swizz on the hook
A hundred years let's see who put a hundred on his books
Look at me now my nigga, 'cause this how hunger look
They lack ingredients don't tell me how the fuck they cook
Trash rappers, don't compare me to them gas rappers
Whole image see-through like a Saran rapper
These suckas be lying for they approval now
There go a gun, there go ya' man, you gotta prove it now
I'm Mr. Top Tier From the Proving Ground
Now chill Jones, y'all gon' make me have to kill Jones
Fuck ya' milestones, I'm out here moving real stones
Went from brick houses, to them penthouses
Translation from the big house to some big houses
Niggas kick it with snitches, just to get ounces
That don't make you a rat, but y'all some big mouses
That's Mickey shit, I rich roll like a 60 Crip
But I'm from Nutty and the nine got a 50 clip
I get rich or die trying like 50 Cent
With two .25's to ya' dome, I have 50 sent
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