Lyrics

[Verse 1] Who said we ain't on it? That's a bunch of liars My guys build lines in the countryside Starving, hear my belly rumble like a hungry lion Still trapping in the rain, waiting for the sun to shine Never undermine me, told these man a hundred times Proud of what I've got in life, lucky that my mum's alive I don't know if I'll make it Heaven, I'll let God decide Every time I fell and I failed, I got up and tried Niggas stunt then my hittas rob 'em and they wonder why Slap man with my backhand, that's the knuckle side Me I ain't the sorry type, gangsters don't apologise Couple times man have lost my mind, I got up and climbed Brudda you ain't qualified, you and I are not alike On my life, every day I gamble, I ain't chucking dice It's hustle time motherfucker, I just up the price People tell me what I need to do but I don't want advice [Hook] Pull up to the party in a Range I just hit a lick so it's drinks on me Bill it with my niggas backstage Anybody wants it, we've got tings on we My hitta got his blicky on his waistline My nigga Jesse got your Mrs on his FaceTime My brudda Ricky got the nitties on his yay line My other nigga needs to chill, tell him "Take time" [Verse 2] I just entertain, my balance doing gains I stack it up investing then I stack it up again Back up in the game, money that's the aim And ever since the fame, shit ain't ever been the same I just pull up in a Range, I always get the blame The block's too flames, I've gotta get away Jiggas didn't listen when I told 'em it's a shame Don't judge a book by its cover or a man by his frame Balling hear the swoosh, buds of the bush R got the shush, Yada got the kush Kwenger got a whoosh whoosh, K got a crush Liquor in my slush, punch man up like doosh doosh Royal flush, always in a rush Chatty patties hush hush, turn your brains mush I just need a push, I'm in here like a brush When they see me on his blush, when they see you move stush [Hook] Pull up to the party in a Range I just hit a lick so it's drinks on me Bill it with my niggas backstage Anybody wants it, we've got tings on we My hitta got his blicky on his waistline My nigga Jesse got your Mrs on his FaceTime My brudda Ricky got the nitties on his yay line My other nigga needs to chill, tell him "Take time"