I break your heart lil' momma don't make a scene,
you really mad at yourself 'cause you couldn't do it to me,
Prolly call me a failure if I ain't never achieved,
I'd rather you call me cocky for living like I believe,
and I'm a king.
No sympathizing with the fake, or surprises from the snakes,
it's flock season and I value my estate,
so I bought some barb wire 'case they try and climb the gate,
Houston rocket on my waste, hip hop cops on my case,
but fuck 'em, more deposits in the bank,
god damn a nigga straight, crocked letter on my face,
I'm a fly crip, but I rep my whole race,
couple of us eating good, but everybody want a taste,
they say get with it or them niggas gonna take,
I say if you want fish let me lead you to the lake,
but niggas late, seeing I'm a late night,
early morning nigga 25/8 life,
wasn't easy growing up I had to make something,
out of nothing; if you struggled you relate,
but now I'm straight, everything great,
I don't need your help now, nigga all of y'all late,
that's why I made sure I made all of y'all shake,
the way y'all ride dick I think all of y'all gay,
practice all night, ballin' all day,
sleeping on the flights, when I land I get paid,
I ain't got a boss, I am not a slave,
turning up my hustle is how I give myself a raise,
and it's funny how people let money make 'em change,
see you stick it to the script and start ripping out the pages,
of history, it ain't mystery,
if I died yesterday my life would be a victory,
these niggas sound stupid saying they invented me,
but arguing with fools; it's a waste of energy,
I'm a franchise player and the owner of the team,
and they only envy 'cause we on a winning spree.
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now, this the sound of my ceremony,
the sweet smell of success, yes I wear it on me,
the Snoop Dogg nigga in the mirror told me,
keep getting money, fuck bitches, and be wear of homies,
'cause Brutus killed Ceasar, and Judas killed Jesus,
but that's where Imma leave it,
'cause they call it dry snitchin' if I take it any deeper.
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