Gotta Thank Mom God and my teachers
Those always knew a nigga would be shit
Im walking in Neimans
I want this one, that one
Even though I don't need it
Fucc it I'm ballin off features
Last thing imma Tell you Is I Need you
Can't trust a soul niggas be leeches
Uh
Fucc them niggas they aint on the type of Shit we On
When I die bury me in Yves Saint Laurent
If You don't stand for something then you'll die for none
Coming Where Im come From niggas aint do what I've done
Sippin on Woc aint sippin on Tris Until it Make me Sic
Yeah
Niggas wasn't in them trenches when a nigga like me was hitting them licks
Yeah
I was gonna do what it take Just to invest in all my hits
Yeah
Im a real hustler I can Go sell dog food to Micheal Vick
Yeah
100 Round Choppa , This shit a drum This bitch got a kick
Yeah
Never spend a bag on a bitch, She bring me bags I aint no trick
Yeah
Tell the Dj bring it bacc Woo! This shit aint no gif
Yeah
Lost it All and Got it bacc the key to gettin rich Yeah
Gotta Thank Mom God and my teachers
Those always knew a nigga would be shit
Im walking in Neimans
I want this one, that one
Even though I don't need it
Fucc it I'm ballin off features
Last thing imma Tell you Is I Need you
Can't trust a soul niggas be leeches
Uh
Fucc them niggas they aint on the type of Shit we On
When I die bury me in Yves Saint Laurent
If You don't stand for something then you'll die for none
Coming Where Im come From niggas aint do what I've done
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English
Gotta Thank Mom God and my teachers
Those always knew a nigga would be shit
Im walking in Neimans
I want this one, that one
Even though I don't need it
Fucc it I'm ballin off features
Last thing imma Tell you Is I Need you
Can't trust a soul niggas be leeches
Uh
Fucc them niggas they aint on the type of Shit we On
When I die bury me in Yves Saint Laurent
If You don't stand for something then you'll die for none
Coming Where Im come From niggas aint do what I've done
Sippin on Woc aint sippin on Tris Until it Make me Sic
Yeah
Niggas wasn't in them trenches when a nigga like me was hitting them licks
Yeah
I was gonna do what it take Just to invest in all my hits
Yeah
Im a real hustler I can Go sell dog food to Micheal Vick
Yeah
100 Round Choppa , This shit a drum This bitch got a kick
Yeah
Never spend a bag on a bitch, She bring me bags I aint no trick
Yeah
Tell the Dj bring it bacc Woo! This shit aint no gif
Yeah
Lost it All and Got it bacc the key to gettin rich Yeah
Gotta Thank Mom God and my teachers
Those always knew a nigga would be shit
Im walking in Neimans
I want this one, that one
Even though I don't need it
Fucc it I'm ballin off features
Last thing imma Tell you Is I Need you
Can't trust a soul niggas be leeches
Uh
Fucc them niggas they aint on the type of Shit we On
When I die bury me in Yves Saint Laurent
If You don't stand for something then you'll die for none
Coming Where Im come From niggas aint do what I've done
Those always knew a nigga would be shit
Im walking in Neimans
I want this one, that one
Even though I don't need it
Fucc it I'm ballin off features
Last thing imma Tell you Is I Need you
Can't trust a soul niggas be leeches
Uh
Fucc them niggas they aint on the type of Shit we On
When I die bury me in Yves Saint Laurent
If You don't stand for something then you'll die for none
Coming Where Im come From niggas aint do what I've done
Sippin on Woc aint sippin on Tris Until it Make me Sic
Yeah
Niggas wasn't in them trenches when a nigga like me was hitting them licks
Yeah
I was gonna do what it take Just to invest in all my hits
Yeah
Im a real hustler I can Go sell dog food to Micheal Vick
Yeah
100 Round Choppa , This shit a drum This bitch got a kick
Yeah
Never spend a bag on a bitch, She bring me bags I aint no trick
Yeah
Tell the Dj bring it bacc Woo! This shit aint no gif
Yeah
Lost it All and Got it bacc the key to gettin rich Yeah
Gotta Thank Mom God and my teachers
Those always knew a nigga would be shit
Im walking in Neimans
I want this one, that one
Even though I don't need it
Fucc it I'm ballin off features
Last thing imma Tell you Is I Need you
Can't trust a soul niggas be leeches
Uh
Fucc them niggas they aint on the type of Shit we On
When I die bury me in Yves Saint Laurent
If You don't stand for something then you'll die for none
Coming Where Im come From niggas aint do what I've done