Keep it a’s

Lyrics

[Intro] Pimpin', listen Girls used to come to see me, right? Whores, prostitutes, call girls I didn't have to make love to 'em They wanted me to take them out All I would do is say, "I don't have any money, you want me to take you out?" So they'd give me a couple hundred dollars A night [Verse 1] I keep it A's, even if I'm on my way from A to B In the set in an AMG GT 63 And it's leased, this a liability, we stackin' assets up Startin' businesses, tradin' stocks, got our masters tucked Don't even give a half a fuck what a nigga got to say about me Go ahead and gossip all day about me I'm on your brain, your whorе's brain, and your explore page I еxplored so many different options in more ways To get this money like, nigga, I really gotta get paid I was skatin' on them blades like Tip at the Cascade I was handin' out grammies in baggies, no award stage Thought about wrappin' all this rap shit up, went and got a trade Still shockin' in this booth, you can call me electrocute Only switch when flickin' the light, you know I'm the plug, receptacle Know I'm the best to do this thing that I do, I'm sketched into Hip-hop history, I'm so it, should move to Italy, uh Somewhere on an island with a Black-Italian stallion That's a two-tone bitch Like the Rollie and the charm with this solid gold and diamonds Shout out my boy Honic You try to take me out it The way I pull triggers, you would think this trigganomics Pushin' forty, but I got the heat like Udonis Fool, you done You gon' shoot who? When you don't shoot guns Q'll let it blow like 'Dré 3K on the flute on that New Blue Sun Nigga want smoke with me, he gon' need some new lungs Do you do drugs or is you just dumb? Nigga, where you from? (Ayy, where you from, homie?) Is what they askin', you plan on doin' laps in The swimming pool at Athens, the summertime, was active I remember back when I just wanted to play ball Niggas wanted me to bang, but I wasn't that tall Raw dogged my first piece of pussy, ain't that a bitch? So broke, I couldn't put a condom on my dick So broke, mama stole groceries out the store It was for her kids, so the police let her go Daddy didn't pay the rent, now we livin' on the road Type of livin' make you question your existence, give up hope But we never did, though And we never will, bro [Chorus] You know I came up out the mud, my nigga Gangs bangin', bunch of drug dealin' I can't change all the ways I was raised (I was raised) Bunch of pain, lost some day ones in the grave (They in the grave) I was on the blade pimpin' hoes I was made for the days it was cold I was made for the days that it was on Never forget where I call home [Verse 2] I saw my daddy take his last breath He was on that breathin' machine Tellin' me not to give up on my dreams Even if I never see a million dollars I know he up in heaven smilin' 'cause he proud of me He knew that poverty'd snatch the bum up outta me You couldn't take the blood outta me if you studied phlebotomy The way it's gotta be [Chorus] You know I came up out the mud, my nigga (Out the mud) Gangs bangin', bunch of drug dealin' (Crip and Blood) I can't change all the ways I was raised (I was raised) Bunch of pain, lost some day ones in the grave (They in the grave) I was on the blade pimpin' hoes I was made for the days it was cold I was made for the days that it was on I'll never ever, never forget where I call home You know I came up out the mud, my nigga (Out the mud) Gangs bangin', bunch of drug dealin' (Crip and Blood) I can't change all the ways I was raised (I was raised) Bunch of pain, lost some day ones in the grave (They in the grave) I was on the blade pimpin' hoes I was made for the days it was cold I was made for the days that it was on I'll never ever, never forget where I call home