i'm used to being overlooked
look at me now i'm filled with style
my blunt is rolled with kush
chasin' k's like reggie bush
my haters hatin' don't know how inside the bentley look
five in the mornin' recording
you think i slept all day
but i really aint slept at all
southside don't play play around
another black body dumped
duck down when you hear the sound
i got peace but not the kind you want
march throught the club with no i.d
make sure they put the pretty bitches round me
tables of bub' and it's all on me
hoes show love in the v.i.p
think about bread when you think about p
what i done did and how i od
check a muthafucking thing here free
i ex'ing off the hoes quick as they come
drinking heavy rollin' up like i got an extra lung
sippin' harley pardon what i've become
these niggas never did shit for me when i was starvin' son
thought you'd be glad but you parting along when i'm ending at
i don't see no kind of friend in that
fuck em all go spend a stack
yapping like a bitch don't get more friend than that
this that no pretending rap
y'all know how my engine at
nine in front two ten's in back
running with that stack in his back
i know i'm watched by an angel
still feel her hugs and her kisses
on the phone with my grandma
don't give a fuck bout these bitches
dont give a fuck bout their trophy's
or anything that they might owe me
the only ones that really know me
only ones that aint disown me
i remember everything they said
sledgehammer right on your head
no time for waiting rather get mine instead
i gettin' money on a dime
go get that love shit out your mind
can't go for that will fall behind
im hittin 'em two at a time
see you at the finish line
see you at the finish line
see you at the finish line
see you at the finish line