Searching for the blues
Like I trick or treat for candy
When I hit the billboard
Then they gone understand me
Keep a tool on me
Like I'm Bob or Handy Manny
Had to get it on my own
Ain't nobody ever hand me
None
Why you keep asking
Just do for yourself
Ain't nobody care about my health
Run up the bag
And stack all these Benji's
I got to take care of my wealth
Be careful
Cause these niggas
They envy
They only just care for they self
Big dog
Y'all niggas wear pannies
I smile at your bitch and she melt
I walk around with my heart in my hand
But niggas won't give me a chance
Now I keep a big glock in my pants
You make a move then you gone dance (Fa Fa)
Bullets fly like Peter Pan
She swing on this dick like Spider-Man
I got a big snake in my pants
Got her drowsy
Like she popping Xans
You get one in your head
I ain't shooting no teflon
Niggas know I'm the best huh
Everybody claiming that they your friends
But only round when the check come
Everybody know that I am the next one
It ain't shit to come check some
Make my young nigga stretch one
I am the King
You rookies
Work on your chest pumps
I just been chasing this guala
Yea
Working for me and my daughter
Yea
Trying to come up off a dollar
Yea
Remember I ain't even have nada
Yea
I came from nothing
Remember they laughed at me
And try to shit on me in public
Yea
Now I say f*ck it
Flipping this bag
Now I got to run up these commas
Yea
Searching for the blues
Like I trick or treat for candy
When I hit the billboard
Then they gone understand me
Keep a tool on me
Like I'm Bob or Handy Manny
Had to get it on my own
Ain't nobody ever hand me
None
Searching for the blues
Like I trick or treat for candy
When I hit the billboard
Then they gone understand me
Keep a tool on me
Like I'm Bob or Handy Manny
Had to get it on my own
Ain't nobody ever hand me
None