I Got It

What up, family?

Tryna wake 'em up cousin

I say R.I.P. To my cousin

Tryna wake 'em up cousin

Walking devil, I be feeling like Jesus

I don't know much about that bible, never felt like I need it

I told my mom that I got her, when I make it we even

For all the years she took care of me and my brothers believin'

I miss my grandma, why did she have to leave me?

I had so much shit to tell her, damn man, I still can't believe it

We balling out, nah, we ain't up in no bleachers

You hear my songs on the radio, baby, turn up yours speakers

Cause we own now and we grown now

First million, go and tell 'em it's on now

I still sip arizonas

And I do this shit for all of my loners

Screaming to the top of my lungs like "mama, I'mma make it"

Gotta speak it to existence then you gotta have patience

Just stay in your lane, fuck anybody hatin'

Love don't love nobody so don't worry about datin'

Just worry about dej whether you singing or you rappin'

All these bitches got opinions

Cause you fucking over half 'em

Anybody want war it ain't shit to get it crackin'

Cause nigga where I'm from they use alleys for the caskets

I'm not tryna promote violence, a lot of shit be on my conscience

Never been baptized, I got demons in my body

And I pray from time to time, I be like "lord, get 'em off me"

I just want to be wealthy, way more to it than money

Don't nobody keep it real, half these rappers is phony

They ain't really getting money, pockets flat as my stomach

I don't merge in niggas' lanes, I got tunnel vision

Fuck a buffalo stud no pun intended

It's so hard, I still play it like pun existed (big pun)

Teach the kids to be bosses, no dumb decisions

Look, all y'all fraud niggas, all y'all broad niggas

And most of 'em foul, that's exactly why I charge bitches

My niggas put up buckets, pour some soul with it

You got a team full of ball hoggers and soft niggas

Scared to let your mans ball, these niggas ken dolls

I'mma put me on then put my friends off

Niggas try to talk to me, I put 'em in that friend zone

Sophisticated thug, you know the suit, ties, the timbs on

We be off the hen-dog, don't chase it for nothing

And you be on that bullshit, basically fronting

I'm basically running, anything go in front me

Try to stop me, I go crazy, I get to clicking and dumping

I probably leave a nigga boiling like chickens and dumplings

Cornbread, cabbage, soul food, I'll blow up your muffin

Fuck it, all I want is checks with them commas with no drama

Respect, loyalty, money and power

Round table, we gon' eat like them mobsters

I'm a monster, this music shit it come so easy, I got it

Bitch, I got it, oh, I got it

Bitch I got it

It come so easy, I got it

I got it

Ibgm

Yeah, we got it, we got it