Medley: Intro

Somebody's pulling me close to the ground

I'm panicked I've been here before

Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage

In front of that crowd

And showed them who was who and what was what

Man look at these suckers

I ain't no rapper

I'm a hustler

Just so happens I know how to rap

Okay I really

Bought it

Uh huh dum do ya

I did it again ** ** up right hum do ya

I know

I know what y'all **s askin yourself dum do ya

Don't ever fall off

A million lot of speculation on the money's I've made

Honey's I've slayed

I would see for real is that ** really paid

Hustlers I've metal dealt with the wreck

Is it truly state of beef and slept with a tech

With the position you hold

Can you really match a triple platinum artist

** by buck but only a single going goal

Rock a fella ** fold and you left out in the cold

Is it back to charge your ** eleven for an o

For the million timeasking me questions

Like wendy william's harassing me

Then get upset when I catch feelings

Can I get admitted to breathe

And in that minute you leave

While I'm looking at my roll

Ice spinning on my sleeve uh nice watch

Do you really have a spot like you said it from the foe

And if so what block what you doing in l a

With filipinos and essays

Latinos and champays down by pika with fredico

I answer all y'all questions but then y'all got to go

Now the question I ask you is how bad you wanna know

Black

New year

I go fell in y'all

Uh

Know myself

Can't rhyme no more bout crime no more

Till I'm no more

Cause I'm so raw my flow expose hoes that they find

And yours wasn't for me

**s still be dying for whores

But I hate when a ** sit back admiring yours

Young blood you better get that refine

Because **s don't wanna be confined in yours

The ride in the iron horse

And don't listen to the rappers

Yo they dying the floors

I used to be ot applying the force

Shoot up the whole block thenthe iron I toss

Come back with the clique playing the ana ross

I'm the boss and this is how it's gonna be

Burnt to turn pipe while miles on the v

I got mouths to feed till they put flowers on me

And kiss my cold cheek chicks crying like Icold cheeks

Tombstone read he was holding no leaks

Started from the crack game and then so sweet

Freaked it to the rap game jigga to o g on mtv

Telling them how wasso deep and used to bag work

A bottle of apartment four b

Me and my homie started out

Cody's picked the mailbox lock

Cause I ain't have no key

Had the cable with the anchor when jazz made sob

Then I went low key

But now I'm backgets on **

Jigga jigga uh huh uh huh yeah yeah

Like a fella you all

Uh uhfeelings feelings feelings feelings