8 hour drive,
bitch I feel lucky
Whoever thought this rap shit
would pay me
real money
Yesterday I did some slight feasts and paid
the bills friendly I see you countin' lil' cheese,
that ain't
no real money
Tryna dump my lil' nigga
in the bag, he'd rather
steal from I swear the weed was
slowin' down, I had
to peel spice
Lately I've been on a real grind, I got some
ills comin'
Even though I dump a big bag, alright
Even though I dump a big bag,
a nigga still floodin'
You never put a legwork on my real cousin I don't give a fuck about who you know,
I'll still bust you
N***a, fuck your whole life
and your... alright
N***a, fuck your whole
life and your big brother
And your mom too,
your lil' sister and your big cousin
And he fucked his cheese up
in his bitch fuckin'
Last month this n***a had a
bag and now he has nothin'
That's what your stupid ass get you,
lil' black fucker
Torn on some fat shit, I'll
call it blockbuster
Shot a 50 -round left, hella shells,
it got the block flooded
I beat the fuck the engine up,
I see a cop comin'
Runnin' through the woods and got away,
but now my socks muddy
Nigga, put your hand down,
we is not buddies I never seen you at the bottom, I do not love you
Nigga, you a bitch, I'll take your part,
I'ma un -punch you
I guess you with me or you
ain't, and if you not, fuck it
8 -hour drive, bitch, I feel lucky
Whoever thought this rap shit'd
pay me real money
Yesterday I did some slight
feasts and paid the bills for me
I see you countin' little cheese,
that ain't no real money
Tryna throw my lil' nigga the
bag, he'd rather steal from
I swear to weed, we slowin' down,
I had the pills, but
Lately, I been on a real grind,
I got some meals comin'
Even though I dump a big bag, alright
Even though I dump a big bag,
a n***a still flooded
Never put a legwork on my real cousin
I don't give a fuck about who you know,
I'll still bust you
N***a, fuck your whole life in your
Alright, n***a,
fuck your whole life in your big brother
And your mom too, your lil'
sis in your big cousin
And he fucked his cheese up
in his bitch fuckin'
Last month this n***a had a
bag and now he has nothin'
That's what your stupid ass get you,
lil' black fucker
Torn on some fat shit, I'll
call it blockbuster
Shot a .50 round,
left hella shells and got the block flooded
And I'm not sorry for the things I didn't do.
If you think I'm here to play
around with y 'all,
y 'all damn right I'm not.
All right,
Mr.
O 'Neil.