Uh, you would have thought that from me going hard That that'd these motherfuckers to get on they job But instead they on what I've been doing Having conversations in my face what I should do for 'em What do keep rolling and dropping weed on 'em Pack my bags look like I'm for weeks but be gone in the morning If the flight is private, we probably should it You see it you like it, I can probably it If niggas really some type of way about the shit I'm doing You a crazy time to start letting me know Cause jealousy and envy that's a trait for mostly 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 them game All in a bigger plane, ballin' and getting
First the love was Then the paper Then the haters But we rise above
the love was there Then the paper Then the came But we still rise
My is dead, but I got a contact My sharpie pen on my Timbo combats You talk shit, I won't respond What they get, and you don't want that That nigga will forget the Remember get for real My appeal, my crib is real My wrist as well you know...the Mille And my grunge nigga, I make her quicker Then rock toe socks, yellow sponge I Tebow, for hoes that eat Emojis fo' me and my The hoes me, I'm on they TiVo I work they thighs, and kegels Skateboard, I love me bitch, I'm Pharrell
First the was there Then the came Then the came But we still above
the love was there Then the came Then the haters But we still rise
Yeah, I hustle no never be muzzled I'm a piece to a I'm Robert Townsend and my words Hollywood Shuffle My nigga I move moo, my motivation is moves I get up and do, I evenly do ten things at once Multitaskin' super fast and of tattin' super pimpin' House of rollin' run a business I'm tourin' on you bitches Doing features while watching a double nigga I see you suffering from haterism, get check I take nothin' and make somethin' there's no breaks when the hustle's Ain't dealin' with fakes ain't with snakes all in my face now they got what it takes my nigga I'm straight So don't reach out I peaced out when I reached out There's no response like knockin' on an empty Yeah, so I keep on you peep on what I be on and you're behind That's what karma's
the love was there Then the came Then the haters But we still rise
First the love was Then the paper Then the haters But we still rise
Man what the fuck is with these niggas They rollin' up, let doin' a song with these niggas Claimin' they ballin', to me playin' These niggas really doin' what they sayin'
Man what the fuck is wrong these niggas They rollin' up, let alone a song with these niggas Claimin' they ballin', to me playin' These niggas ain't doin' what they sayin'