Bust down a check got all my people
Ain't nobody finna be left out
I got sum partners that's dead, sum facing a bitch
They ain't take care of they kids for they check out
No, we ain't promising all so I'm going harder and harder
Say this with my chest out (Bitch)
I ain't tell niggas to keep it 100 no more
'Cause I did it before and got let down yeah
Separated from the fake shit
Turned up on 'em killed them with some kindness
These niggas knocking the kid as if ain't the hottest
Gonna turn up on them that's a promise
Got niggas still in the streets tryna beef over nonsense
They ain't even seen them a profit
My young nigga thuggin' he strapped with a rocket
He'll come slide if I send him a deposit, yeah
Fuck all the opps I'm the competition
Had to grind through time to get my position
Told my tee to hold on cause I got a mission
Not dirt but my diamonds be shining and hitting
Got sum bros up the road that I gotta visit
Nigga play we draw down like a composition
Put the shit in they face now I got them dizzy
2-2-3 known to blow it's gonna stop the vision
Didn't have a car
Now I got niggas driving for me 'cause I got to the check
I got this money invested but I could've trip
And went bought me a flooded Patek
Been on their ass they can say we up next
We sending shots we ain't sending no threats
Came in a rookie but spit like a vet
Did this shit on my own now I got 'em impressed
Now they like
I got a bubble coat to match the kicks (Bubble coat)
I gave me partner choppers trying blitz
I got a boujie hoe that got a bitch
I got Call of Duty guns they got a switch
I sip a lot of syrup I gotta piss
Lil bro strapped with a rocket but don't know how flip
I'm shining a lot of diamonds on fist
I just spent a lot of dollars on my fit, yeah
Go get the check for my son and daughter
So every day I'm trying to get paid
We hit the streets and we flood
We just like a baby and dugg how them young niggas get paid
I got whole lot of love lil bro sell a whole lot of drugs
But he just in the 10th grade
He ain't 100 that nigga was bitch made (Bitch made)
So we kicked him out like a Sensi yeah
Double G's only he play he a goner
I did a feat for a lil marijuana
Remember they use to ignore us now they adore us
Porsche truck feel like Honda
All these niggas is some losers
Play we'll shoot ya future we got to the commas
You niggas money can't fuck with my mommas
Boss up take me a trip to Bahamas
These niggas lyin' and they known to cappin'
We still in the streets we ain't known rappin'
I just took me a trip got show for backin'
I just bought me a K with a shoulder strap
Really still in too far I brought Kobe back
I can't fuck with the kid momma told me that
I can't fuck with nobody that hold me back
Niggas claimin' but these niggas owe me that
So they like
Eyes wide open all time
Won't catch me slipping
Got survival on my mind
I know my heart & mind one of a kind
I walk the line
I walk the line, yeah