Rags To Riches

We've met a lot of times

And family, I met you a lot of times man

You feel me?

I know you said numb this shit man

I know you talkin bout you ain't leavin me man but...

Nigga sound like you man

Bitch you know it's all gutta

Yea, how you niggas gon feel that

I come with the Glock to scope your pussy red back

Gon see these bullets, you can go a nigga 10 strap

Made it from rag to riches, I really get that

You don't understand, cause you don't really get back

You a good actor, you ain't really near that

My broke bitch drive Maserati

She cool with me, you know we down to catch a body

Glock 9 kick back like a pump shawty

Girlfriend duck, she a dumb hottie

Real talk man, the nigga need somebody

I breathe like you, I dream like you

I'm just based God, bade God, fiendin for the based God

Let me tell you something bout the motherfuckin based God

Niggas jumped quick on the next hype

Sell drugs and guns in my past life

Nah tickets, of our motherfuckin past life

Gotta sign this 16, tell me what's that like

Still in the hood with the motherfuckin crack pipes

Guns in the struggle, still with the red eyes

Still with that motherfuckin muscle

Niggas in the street, have to have, hard to hustle

Niggas catch says and get back on the double

Take 2 for 1, you really in trouble

Really got problems, ya sure who love you

Calling from the angels, nobody was above you

Money can't buy when a real friend hug you

Of course the next trust, really say they love you

I'm packin my clothes, just movin out to Paris

Negatives 3d, I gotta play even

Money coming out the wall about 10 seasons

Whole court bitch, I'm going too creezy

Bitches feel me, niggas hatin on me

But I swear to God, man they ho fuckin feel me

All day man, I'm all off Achile

Fucking around with me is really no ceilings

Shout out to Lil Wayne, yea

Lil B, ya feel me?

I get a lil brain from the bad bitch

And I swear to God she ain't have no accent

This Lil B!