[Verse 1]
B-b-bitch I got my own swag
All these niggas soundin' the same
Tryin' to get fame off another nigga style in the game
I'm countin' my change, I'm good I don't rock with you lames
Just doin' me, stackin' up and stayin' out of the way
B-b-bitches tell me how I done changed, I know I ain't the same
'Cause I done been threw some shit, let me try to explain
Broke as Hell at the crib, me and my nigga pistol
Tryin' to find a way to eat but stay up out of the system
Tattoos everywhere, so no jobs for this nigga
Fuck it I'ma rob me a nigga, for my mama and sister
Cause we gotta eat and survive, I can't get me a job
So I'ma do whatever, 'cause it's up to me to provide
Bitches tell me like you used to be a sweetheart
I said "I know I 'used to' but now I gotta be smart"
'cause bitches take yo' kidness as a weakness
They be tryin' to take advantage, when you stackin up that bread like you tryin' to make a sandwich
And then they just say sorry like that handles all the damage and that's how you turn a man into a Savage
Now I don't give a fuck about shit, but the fuck the cops bitch
Tell the feds to get the fuck off my dick
They tried to lock me up for armed robbery I'm pleading the fifth
If you ain't catch Me in the act I ain't admittin' to shit
They threw me in that lil' room and tried to get me to snitch
Before I point a finger I'll Rather sit in this bitch
I laugh in they face, they let me out right after that day
It's back to the cake stackin' and take the cash to the safe
Free Tone, soon as he touch down, we gone celebrate for so long the reff gone throw a flag on the play
I managed to see the sun through all the sleed and the rain
But I'm good I'm still alive so I can't even complain
I'm still with the same team since a young ass nigga
Fuck the judge and the police old dumb ass Bitches
B-b-bitch I got my own swag
All these niggas soundin' the same
Tryin' to get fame off another nigga style in the game
I'm countin' my change, I'm good I don't rock with you lames
Just doin' me, stackin' up and stayin' out of the way
B-b-bitches tell me how I done changed, I know I ain't the same
'Cause I done been threw some shit, let me try to explain
Broke as Hell at the crib, me and my nigga pistol
Tryin' to find a way to eat but stay up out of the system
Tattoos everywhere, so no jobs for this nigga
Fuck it I'ma rob me a nigga, for my mama and sister
Cause we gotta eat and survive, I can't get me a job
So I'ma do whatever, 'cause it's up to me to provide
Bitches tell me like you used to be a sweetheart
I said "I know I 'used to' but now I gotta be smart"
'cause bitches take yo' kidness as a weakness
They be tryin' to take advantage, when you stackin up that bread like you tryin' to make a sandwich
And then they just say sorry like that handles all the damage and that's how you turn a man into a Savage
Now I don't give a fuck about shit, but the fuck the cops bitch
Tell the feds to get the fuck off my dick
They tried to lock me up for armed robbery I'm pleading the fifth
If you ain't catch Me in the act I ain't admittin' to shit
They threw me in that lil' room and tried to get me to snitch
Before I point a finger I'll Rather sit in this bitch
I laugh in they face, they let me out right after that day
It's back to the cake stackin' and take the cash to the safe
Free Tone, soon as he touch down, we gone celebrate for so long the reff gone throw a flag on the play
I managed to see the sun through all the sleed and the rain
But I'm good I'm still alive so I can't even complain
I'm still with the same team since a young ass nigga
Fuck the judge and the police old dumb ass Bitches
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