Finish Line

Under dog is cool, I’m used to being overlooked

Look at me now I’m filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush

Look bitch I’m ballin, ballin’

Chasin’ K’s like Reggie Bush

My haters hatin’ don’t know how inside the Bentley look

Five in the mornin’ recording

You think I slept all day

But I really aint slept at all

I got bills that’s due, need cheques today

Southside don’t play play around

If you want me, another black body dumped

Duck down when you hear the sound

I got peace but not the kind you want

Nigga R.I. p, march throught the club with no I.D

Make sure they put the pretty bitches round me

Tables of Bub’ and it’s all on me

Hoes show love in the V.I. p

Think about bread when you think about P

What I done did and how I OD

Check a muthafucking thing here free

Touch nothing you see

I ex’ing off the hoes quick as they come

Drinking heavy rollin’ up like I got an extra lung

Singing Bentley, sippin’ harley pardon what I’ve become

Leakin’ bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum

These niggas never did shit for me when I was starvin’ son

Just me against them, you remember that

Thought you’d be glad but you parting along when I’m ending at

I don’t see no kind of friend in that

Fuck em all go spend a stack

Yapping like a bitch don’t get more friend than that

This that no pretending rap

Y’all know how my engine at

Nine in front two ten’s in back

Running with that stack in his back

One in yo ad

I know I’m watched by an angel

Still feel her hugs and her kisses

On the phone with my grandma

Don’t give a fuck bout these bitches

Dont give a fuck bout their trophy’s

Or anything that they might owe me

I do this for you (you, you)

The only ones that really know me

Only ones that aint disown me

I remember everything they said

Said I was dead, deaded all that

Sledgehammer right on your head

Live for the now, su woo to gone

Sucka nigga’s left red

No time for waiting rather get mine instead

I gettin’ money on a dime

Girl it’s my time

Go get that Love shit out your mind

You living blind

Can’t go for that will fall behind

I’m on the grind

Im hittin ‘em two at a time

Why would I decline

See you at the finish line

Line, line, line, line, line, line

See you at the finish line

Line, line, line, line, line, line

See you at the finish line

Line, line, line, line, line, line

See you at the finish line

Line, line, line, line, line, line