Yeah
How many students in the game
How many teachers
How many of yall gone ride
When shit go bad
How many leaches
How many sold out shows
A nigga gotta have for you to believe me
Yall must want a nigga to pull up in that lamb
Boy I can't beat ya
How many years
How many bags
How many songs without no features
How many broads came through
For the team
You know B to B
If plan A didn't work
Plan B make plan A work
And I don't plan on
Making plans on
Depending on that 401
I'm making plans off in that 404
If it pan out
I'm in the 213
On a movie set somewhere
Whole bunch of broads up in here
Whole bunch of cars in the garage
Whole bunch of bags up in here
Whole bunch of gas up in here
All my niggas in position
Missing my dawgs that's gone miss it
For real
Yeah
How many times
I'm gone keep praying for the same dream
How many times
I'm gone take all these loses
Then come back up through the same scheme
How many times
I'm gone keep on hoping
That I make it before we all gone
Small circle but we all strong
Twenty two nine
And its all home
Got a bad broad with no draws on
She don't do drugs
She a lawyer
Man I've been blessed through all of it
No time to reflect on all of it
Ain't no regrets bout none of it
They gone say Westside did all of it
Back to back in them Chargers
Back to back in them Impalas
We just different from all of them
We came with values and principles
Probably why they ain't into you
When they found out they can't censor you
So f*ck the world and the institute
For real
How many times
How many times I'm gone express my mind
And yet yall still behind
F*ck with me
Shit I ain't gone tell you nothing wrong