On Now (feat. Trae tha Truth)

I got like a thousand reasons to quit this shit

One big reason to not

I'm that long haired chick with a bunch of shoes

That got 45 grand in a box

I put it on mind then I'm raising the stocks

Check me online, you can figure what I got

But I guarantee that you coming up short

Cause I'm more offline and I'm more on the block

And I still throw up that west like Pac

And I'm old school like record shops

Little hot chick that mess gettin' hot

Little setback but I progressed a lot

And I'm blessed a lot, I object to the fraud

Till I get the props, I know yes I’m all of the better of the crap

Of the best you got, and I'm still that Mex, that flex off top

And I got that skin tone that they love to hate

Smoking and sipping that bubbly

And these haters still try to bring me down

So they bring me up when they conversate

Cause I live down South but I'm from the Bay

No visits bitch I'm accompanied

If you ain't stick with me you ain't getting shit

When we finally break any fucking day

Cause its product on minds and I means it

My bars 'bout as fire as the weed is

Any bitch say she don't wanna no beefing

If she do then I'm finna make her vegan

Cause I be's this and I seen this

And I speak this cause I know

Everybody far out in the game cause they know about the name

But they still tryna keep me on the low

When I be like motherfuckas scared to collab with me

Still say they real in the magazines

But they don't wanna get killed on the track when I spill

What I rap and I give 'em no apology

Cause see, all these bitches all photo shoots

And all diva chicks and ghost written shit

But I'm killing it and I swear this Fall

I'm finna hurt more than just feelings, bitch

Motherfuckers talking but don't really make a sound

You see everybody calling when you finally get around

That we on now, always going down

Say that when you know we in your town

Now we telling 'bout getting back without you in the track

Now they getting flats now we getting cash where we at

Now they feeling that, now we finna back cause we can

So we been in that, now we get the chance to hit it where

We on now, always going down

Say that when you know we in your town

Pull up in the Maserati, I wear pitch black

I'm still the king, bitch, admit that

Real nigga riding the game, he can't get back

I don't give a fuck about your bitch, get that

If a nigga want to be a thug, Imma show 'em what to do

Get your head chopped off like (?)

Everybody in the hood love me, know you

I've been in the gut, what the fuck you gonna do

Fuck you, tell them niggas I was in it for the win

Rise so high nigga should've been a swing

Yeah (?)

Go so hard in this track, nigga here we go again

I'mma fuck a nigga, wanna get no shit with me

I been in the Benz since '93, I make a nigga rewrite shit and get lost

Had people looking for you all OTP

Put him in the box, I put him in the river

Say you got ice, hope a nigga don't shiver

Your shit trash, should've been rid off

My shit cool, your shit look bitter

Look fuck nigga, I'm the king of Texas

South, west side, where the hood get reckless

Should sit down like I get restless

Certified fake nigga, ain't no guessing

Rapped the aces, but to the motherfuckas down the corner cause (?)

I do it for the team, nigga, worth your time

Nigga fuck get mad, nigga better get dough

Shoe box nigga better get low

I lean on a nigga like a (?)

Ask more shit, nigga better get low

Motherfuckers talking but don't really make a sound

You see everybody calling when you finally get around

That we on now, always going down

Say that when you know we in your town

Now we telling 'bout getting back without you in the track

Now they getting flats now we getting cash where we at

Now they feeling that, now we finna back cause we can

So we been in that, now we get the chance to hit it where

We on now, always going down

Say that when you know we in your town