what i gotta do

i'm smoking on that west coast

i'm rocking italy

my bitch from detroit

she moved to memphis. fell in love with a d-boy

when you first met me you knew i was on that player shit

i play with money

i don't play with ho's. that's that castalia shit

fucking with daddyo

he showed me my first half a milli

nowadays a young nigga playing with a ticket

steady copping new coupes and getting new speeding tickets

tear that shit up

throw it off the roof

light up my sticky

middle finger to the police

fuck the speed limit

12 years old

i told myself i'll never be broke

basketball cool

but i'm good at moving dope

gotta take care my folks

but i ain't selling blow

i'm just doing what i gotta do

the difference between me and you

you gon' make up an excuse and i'm a do what i gotta do

i'm a do whatever i gotta do

i'm a do whatever i gotta do

i'm a get out here and do whatever i gotta do

whatever it take

i'm too used to lobster and steak

nah you can keep that lil' pussy. lil' mama i'm super straight

yeah i'm too busy running up this motherfucking cake

i save them nothing bitches for them lame ass niggas

you a pussy. come to my hood

you get no pass nigga

might get robbed blind and threw in the trash nigga

sat my bitch down and told her i'm nothing like yo last nigga

i'm straight out the slum. that's just where i'm from

they don't make 'em like me no more

they don't come how i come

i didn't make a's and b's cus i was selling p's

remember uncle vic asked me

lil nigga you selling weed?