When you see us, you know we mean business
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
Workin' twelve hour slave shifts
But I be on yachts, I ain't come from off no slave ship
Pull up in that drop, have 'em guessin' what I make a year
Had so many opps, I be thinkin' how I make it here?
Got no explanation, if it's really war, it ain't no expiration (Never)
We kept spinnin' again and again 'til we caught somethin' out of desperation
Need OGs, we was lost, burnt exhaust, no destination
You know me, this shit on my hip, I'll let it off no hesitation (Go)
I ain't with no exaggeration, always had imagination
And I still got mad patience 'cause I stay with bag waitin'
On a race we bag chasin', there for, can't let nothin' phase me
I don't know why they ass hatin' (Hatin'), I was hustlin', they was lazy (Phew)
Every day my life is crazy (Crazy), bitches want my baby
I remember when they played me (Bitch), now my wrist like eighty
Always rockin' somethin' brazy (Brazy), 'member I used to finish last
Bought that watch for eighty (For eighty), now this bitch two hundred cash (Uh)
I ain't have no OGs
Where I grew up I all learned was tote guns and smoke weed
I ain't know 'bout steak and lobster, all I ate was pork and beans
We ain't have no Wall Street, all we had was dope fiends, but they money green
Now I'm livin' luxury (Turnt up), everybody fuck with me (Fuck with me)
All these hoes in love with me (Ayy), tryna get in touch with me (Ayy)
Everybody look for me (What up?), they just want a buck from me
Can't trust, that's why I clutch, might up this bitch and make him duck for me (Baow)
Used to be dead broke and duckin' ???, no luck for me
Few niggas showed love, they still love me and they stuck with me (Gang)
Money rule the world, they wanna kill me, bowin' at my feet
Know the streets evil, but they feel me, crown me when I speak
I'm the one undoubted, what about it? Crown a nigga king
Treat me like the king, when I die just drown me in my bling (Phew)
Keep face shit from 'round me, it's too crowded, I'll make a scene
Come on, be for real, who was around when I ain't have a thing?
All I had was dreams (Dreams)
Fucked up with my team, plottin' on a scheme (On a scheme)
Out in traffic, automatic, Glocks with some beams (Skrr)
Lay you flat like the left pocket in my jeans (Pussy)
He ain't right, take his life (Take his life)
I ain't have no OGs
Where I grew up I all learned was tote guns and smoke weed
I ain't know 'bout steak and lobster, all I ate was pork and beans
We ain't have no Wall Street, all we had was dope fiends, but they money green (Green)
Bet the trenches feel this (Feel it)
They can't feel shit, I hope my niggas feel this (They gon' feel it)
Them bitches never felt my pain, I hope they feel this (Gon' make 'em feel it)
For all the hoes ain't say my name, I'ma make 'em feel this (What?), a nigga real rich (I'm real rich)
And I swear I never lied, they gotta feel this (Gotta feel this)
Killed my nigga, we gon' slide and they gon' feel this (Gon' make 'em feel this)
All the nights a nigga cried, I'ma make 'em feel this (Feel it)
Got me deep up in my feelings when I reminisce (I'm the realest)
When you see us, you know we mean business
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