[Intro]
Yeah
This song's from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shyt
For my nikkas, though
[Verse 1]
You underestimated greatly
Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety
I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper
nikkas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter
Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, nikka
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being Frank with you
I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you
Wildin', doin' shyt that's way out of your budget
Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it
Damn, this shyt could go on a tape
bytches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break
Give these nikkas the look, the verse, and even the hook
That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake
Tr8, Y pree? Why is it always me?
Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team
Cause I show love, never get the same outta nikkas
Guess it's funny how money can make change outta nikkas
For real
Some nobody started feelin' himself
A couple somebodies started killin' themself
A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
I bet them shyts would have popped if I was willin' to help
I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
Bad press during the summer for allegations
I ain't lyin', my nikka, my time is money
That's why I ain't got time for a nikka who's time is comin'
A lot of nikkas PR stuntin' like that's the movement
And I'm the only nikka still know for the music
I swear, fukk them nikkas this year
I made Forbes list, nikka
fukk your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
But if I stay in the shyt, there's a bunch of corpses
And me and my dread nikka from New Orleans
Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings
Eat it like I’m seated at Swiss, Sotto, and Joso's
Nothin' was the same, this shyt for Easy and Cocoa
This shyt for Kareem, this shyt for Jaevon
This shyt for Julius, Milly Mill
We do this shyt for real
All them boys in my will
All them boys is my wheel
Anything happen to pop and I got you like Uncle Phil
Weezy been on that edge, you nikkas just need to chill
If anything happen to poppy, might pop a nikka for real
Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase
But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates
My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race
It's funny when you think a nikka blew up after Lupe
nikkas treat me like I've been here for 10
Some nikkas been here for a couple, never been here again
I'm on my King James shyt, I'm tryin' to win here again
A young nikka tryin' to win here again
Man, what's up
[Outro]
Yeah
A young nikka tryin' to win here again
If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in
I got her drinkin' with your boy
I got her fukked up, shorty
Aww yeah
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