Black Bentleys

[H:]

They say they love Hip-Hop? Niggas not speakin' brilliant

Plot my next 2 albums, they gon' make me each a million

I just want the bad hoes, and I wanna reach the children

Take all my royalties and go and buy a Pisa buildin'

I didn't do my homework, still watched Rap City

Seen y'all niggas ride around in them black Bentleys

10 years later I'm like damn how niggas broke?

Then wanna try to hate on me? I'm like nigga "No"

Never fall in love with the game, I might hit and go

Just take a nigga to the sto' when my Henn is low

$100 dollar bill dice game yellin' 10 to fo'

Westside, OPM 4 Life, yea y'all niggas know

Gave a lot of music out for free instead of bein' sold

But deep down in my little heart man that shit is gold

Shot my videos with my cousin, man that shit was cold

Niggas couldn't tell me back then I wasn't Big or Hov

Now they make songs with no soul just to bathe in gold

Fuck it I know how the shit go - I paid a 'roll

You need to spend more time rappin' 'stead of makin' clothes

You know I be out in Miami, bunch of naked hoes

This year I might stay home, catch Taste of Soul

Take a girl up to Kenneth Hahn to the Laker stroll

Have a party for all my niggas, who ain't make it home

Cuz hard times in Los Angeles? it'll make you cold

So I can't sign no papers, we ain't in control

I rather be back on Vernon, eatin' Pollo bowls

Real hood specials, 4 dollars and shit

We talkin' all street knowledge, no college and shit

[H]