(Ayo, BandPlay)
Yeah, chop skulls
Og Ron C
Bigxthaplug
Chopped up and not slopped up
Ayy
(Let the BandPlay)

I just went bought a watch with a whole lot of diamonds
To show all these niggas it's my time
Took a trip out to Cali to hang with the Crips
Make a play, and get high off that Zaza
I say RIP Kobe, a nigga so fly-fly
When I ball, I'll fuck around, skydive
So much chicken on me, could've went bought a Williams
A Rudy's, a big-ass Popeye's
In a whole different bracket, this life is immaculate
If you hit me for 'bows, then you know that I'm tax-taxin'
Keep buyin' clothes, got shit still in the pack-packages
If he say that he robbed me, he cap-cappin' then
Really know niggas throw sevens like Kae-Kaepernick
You not blind, then you see that we ha-havin' it
Known in my city, so no, I'm not av-average
Came a long way from dope in the cabinet

Niggas know that I step (uh-huh)
And the gang that I rep (uh-huh)
Went to Solomon, iced out the ten, put six- put six hundred on all of our neck (uh-huh)
Paid in- paid in full like Mitch (mm-hmm)
Really havin' this shit (mm-hmm-hmm)
Got off that stuff, started rappin' and six- and six months later, I'm rich (mm-hmm)

Ni-nigga know I'm a stepper, I step with some elegance
All these niggas I'm with is some felons
And strapped with a pole, so I hope that you Heaven-sent
If they spin, make 'em wish that they never spinned
Most of these niggas is hoes, they be tellin' it
Man, I finna take over, I'm stampin' it
How you bang this? Hit that cell and ain't reppin' shit
Left your dog in that rain and ain't help with it
How is you solid? You ain't never dealt with it
You see, me, I come different, I'm blessed-
How is you solid? You ain't never dealt with it
You see, me, I come different, I'm blessed-
How is you solid? You ain't never dealt with it
You see, me, I come different, I'm blessed with it
Went got the Rollie, it go with my necklace
Thirty for both, you could die if you mess with it
Can't do the show if it don't got a check with it
These niggas po-po, I swear they irrelevant
Hatin' like I don't know that's really jealously
Knowin' they mad that they no longer next to me

Niggas know that I step (uh-huh)
And the gang that I rep (uh-huh)
Went to Solomon, iced out the ten, put six- put six hundred on all of our neck (uh-huh)
Paid in- paid in full like Mitch (mm-hmm)
Really- really havin' this shit (mm-hmm)
Got off that stuff, started rappin' and six months later, I'm rich (mm-hmm) Writer/s: Charles Nelson, Krishon Gaines, Leon Sylvers III, Rodarrion Harrison, Stephen Shockley, William Shelby, Xavier Landum
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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