Bout Mine

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I'm on my shit – did it big for the town I rep

Daddy came real big, takin' no half-steps

Seen my nigga Bird and those pull up in that Lex

And I thought to myself: “fuck that, I'm next”

I've gotta get out of here and just move

No matter your thoughts on a nigga, just play it smooth

The perks of getting it, getting it – big win

Supersedes a gang of things that you could lose

Fuck it, you gotta do it – ridin' with packets up in the Buick

Real when I talk, you feel it all in the music

She pop it in my face, she do it for my amusement

Fall in drunk, wake up my girl to get to accusing

I hate y'all niggas, Tommy Hilfiger

This the life and the times of a real nigga

Tours, no layover, baby, I ain't lying

Pussy, I'm canining

Been through too much to stay silent, fuck it

[Hook]

I'm about mine...

I'mma get mines off, for real..

Yeah, I'm about mine...

So let me get mines off, for real...

[Verse 2]

I was taught to keep it real, nigga

But in this game, real don't get to win

So fuck havin' fits, nigga

And stop worrying about drowning before you get to swim

Life lesson: money's a daily cycle, get your bike lesson

Don't know how good you are 'til you apply pressure

Word to that other Rollie sittin' in my dresser

Where the ratchets...

That love to cum to my songs on their mattress?

Where the D-Boys...

That got off on their ma'fuckin' tinfoil

Come on, yeah...

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Nigga, I made it with my own two hands

Took a step back for a sec to see what I created

Nigga, you hatin' 'cause my car cost more than your car

And I've got more parked where my estate is

Shake hands with rich niggas and they all call me fam'

'Cause when you rich, then you all related

It's like organized crime, I get more than sky high

You wanna smoke? I can orchestrate it

Just a couple years back, niggas said I wasn't rap

'Cause they thought that I was dressing funny

Fast forward up to now, I've got money by the pound

Uncle Ice, you can smell the money...

[Hook]