Best Seller

[Verse 1:]

Right, I'm from where ebonics is proper grammar

Little niggas squeeze hammers

Credit card scammer's, one hundred-fifty grammer's

Mover's and shaker's, watch the crooks loomin'

Type of nigga steal your pack and help you look for it

Real shit on wax, don't need no hook for it

I need a movie and a book for it, listen here

If this rap game is like the street game then I been prepared

No pressure, I be cooler than central air

Dark nights, don't be a lone victim

Young shooters turned old hitmen, where I'm from

I'm just a young nigga trying to get dollars to feed my baby's yo

My bills late, but I paid them though

My bitch annoying, that's my lady though

Agree to disagree, I guess that's just the way we roll

Now that I'm getting it, I remind her of the days

When I was rapping for no money like an intern not getting paid

A nigga was living off rhyme and noodles, sixteen-five the train

I just made thirty in a month, gosh look how things changed

Niggas say the fame made you change

Going through the bullshit, how could you ever be the same

[Hook: x2]

Nothing is overlooked

Page for page cause my life is like an open book

Life and times of the big fella

Guaranteed to be a best seller

[Verse 2:]

Low Impala flying towards traffic on a one way

Minutes after acts of random gun play

Shit'll get worse before it gets better, one day

Grandma said she prayed for me every Sunday

Hand to hand, lost a couple grams

Fucking with a middle man, thirsty for a lick

Hit my man on the arm, and he got set up

Caught him slipping like Stacks Edwards, another sad record story

Only a boss bounce back from his loss

Like he ain't been through shit before

Valuable lesson when you getting burned

Only when you cut the nigga off, that's when a lesson learned

Court adjourned, case closed, friend turned foes

Heating up in a matter of minutes like microwave dinners, nigga

Love and hates is the same shit

You gotta worry about a nigga when he's indifferent

[Hook x2]