Uh, you would have thought that from me going hard that'd motivate these motherfuckers to get on they job But instead they hating on I've been doing Having in my face about what I should do for 'em What I'mma do keep rolling and weed on 'em my bags look like I'm staying for weeks but be gone in the morning If the flight is private, we probably board it You see it you it, I can probably afford it If niggas really felt type of way about the shit I'm doing You picked a crazy to start letting me know Cause jealousy and envy that's a trait for bitches Not a man so you ain't one if you it show Now the like the weed how we letting it grow And I holding on to shit I'm letting it go Started small but now we all in bigger game All in a bigger plane, ballin' and paid
First the was there the paper came Then the came But we still rise
First the was there Then the paper the haters came But we still above
My phone is dead, but I got a My sharpie pen on my Timbo combats You talk shit, I respond back What they gon' get, and you want that nigga will forget the deal Remember what? get for My appeal, my crib is real My wrist as well you know...the Richard And my grunge nigga, I make her quicker Then rock toe socks, sponge nigga I Tebow, for hoes that eat fo' me and my people The hoes love me, I'm on TiVo I work thighs, and they kegels Skateboard, I love Retweet me bitch, I'm
First the love was the paper came Then the haters But we rise above
First the was there the paper came Then the haters But we still rise
Yeah, I no muscle I'll never be I'm a to a puzzle I'm Robert Townsend and my gon' Hollywood Shuffle My I move moo, my motivation is moves foo' I get up and do, I evenly do ten things at once Multitaskin' super fast and king of super pimpin' House of rollin' run a while I'm tourin' on you bitches Doing features while watching a double nigga I see you suffering from haterism, get check I take and make somethin' there's no breaks when the hustle's runnin' Ain't dealin' with fakes ain't with snakes They all in my face now they got what it my nigga I'm straight So don't reach out cause I out when I reached out There's no response like knockin' on an house Yeah, so I on while you peep on what I be on and you're behind That's what karma's
First the love was the paper came Then the haters But we still rise
First the love was Then the came the haters came But we rise above
Man the fuck is wrong with these niggas They rollin' up, let alone doin' a song these niggas Claimin' they ballin', to me playin' These ain't really doin' what they sayin'
Man what the fuck is wrong these niggas They rollin' up, let doin' a song with these niggas they ballin', to me they playin' These niggas ain't really doin' what sayin'