Grrt, boom
Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (up)
Bentley truck, red guts, couple milli' up, could've been a goner (up)
I put on for my city, youngest one to do it, this ain't no persona (up)
Richard Mille on my wrist, oh shit, nigga, you say what you wanna (grrt, baow)
I was real from the start, still kinda hard, no love for informers
Been a real nigga, still a real nigga, they still think I'm a performer
Focus, I better my life (ayy), ain't have no place on that corner (none)
They so, so mad (so, so mad), but I'ma keep goin' up
Trap for a livin' (trap), I was flippin' that pack for a livin' (pack, pack)
Who'da thought it'd be rap for a livin'?
Back in the day I was packin' a Smith & (grrt, baow)
Big opp I'm not into passin' the vision
Who put the block on the maddest petition? (Me)
I ain't even finna act what it isn't
I'm sturdy, gotta move with tactic' decisions
Broski really good at scorin', shootin' while it's pourin'
He ain't good at passin' precision
Late night tryna catch an opp, hit him in his top (boom, boom, boom)
Play it cool, get back to the business (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Young nigga livin' the gang way
Every nigga here with me the same way (okay)
Just a youngin', was playin' that corner
Now I'm up and they all on my dangling (my way, oh, oh)
Where I come from, them trenches we "Ooh" shit
I don't care 'bout shit, bitch, I'm ruthless (ruthless)
Pourin' up, I ain't sippin' no Henny
But I might just roll up the lala to boost it (boost it)
Suckin' dick, bitch, I'll buy you a toothpick (yeah)
I can't argue with you 'cause I poof shit (yeah)
And that bag look like you on some fu' shit (fuck?)
I'm Mr. Pull-A-String, no acoustic (yeah)
Growin' my mama told me I'm a nuisance (yeah, yeah)
If it cost a couple thousand, I'll go stupid (yeah)
Show plus a hunnid thousand, oh, you stupid? (Show)
Straight from the bottom now that youngin too sick
Can't whip a care unless it's in the deuces
I'm just a youngin, nigga, livin' life (okay)
They're tryna figure me out like a Rubix (no)
I dare a p***y-nigga try and fight (I dare)
They start duckin', duckin' like the gooses (boom)
Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (up)
Bentley truck, red guts, couple milli' up, could've been a goner (up)
I put on for my city, youngest one to do it, this ain't no persona (up)
Richard Mille on my wrist, oh shit, nigga, you say what you wanna (boom)
Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (up)
Bentley truck, red guts, couple milli' up, could've been a goner (up)
I put on for my city, youngest one to do it, this ain't no persona (up)
Richard Mille on my wrist, oh shit, nigga, you say what you wanna
