Feat. Don Trip

Naturally, we lose hunger without none
Get the race,big strap
You know how I come
Now I’m getting real money
And I kind of love it
I’m not trying to stick the chopper behind the hood
House on the hill without no deal
Cause I keep it real , that’s me
I turn your rap beat into a track meat
For real, I miss my people
I got a chick, but none of this shit is legal
I ain’t never had a 95
Through all the crowd I survived
I’ve been testing, never testified
I’ve been working on this movie
And I’ll be fucking your bitch
Ready for war
No better cry
If they tried one of mine
Then they got it right
My astrology sign is a dollar sign
And if my money hurt your feelings
Then I apologize
Nigga please,I’ve been counting money
Before I learned to read
I’m one of a kind
I’m nothing like you
You’re nothing like me
I’m with this shit
Plus I’m the shit
Get to the money
Girl it ain’t nothing free

We walk around like______
Dog nigga gonna get off the chain
Can’t trust us all
That’s the cost of fame
I make this shit look effortless
Like I got that motherfucker on self-esteem
I’m feeling fresher,fresher than the air
I’m arrogant
What you know about it?
I got a chick riding with me
She’s so humble
But when she opened her mouth
She’s so cocky
I don’t think you get it
My lady be trippin’ cause I’m never home
Bring more stones
My pants is one thing that I could never get rid of
You know what I see when I stare in my mirror?
Narcotic dealer, a weapon concilier