Jay Rock what`s good?
Haha, we label mates ni**a I shoulda been jumped on this s**t
But it`s all good I`ma take care of it
Start like

I started out lil` ni**a with a dream
Now I`m on but it still ain`t what it seem
`Cause now I got more money
More ni**az rather see me somewhere on the floor then the ceiling of this thing
But I can give a damn what a little ni**a think
I pop more champagne, peel another sweet
Catch Wiz skinny ass chillin` on the beach
Cut my own hoes off, I ain`t deal with them in weeks
I pray to God every night before I go to sleep
To let her know I`m safe, kiss my mother on the cheek
My little sister grown, little cousin tall as me
And I`m proud `cause he ain`t f**kin` round in the streets
The fans love the old school sound that I bring
You like jab-work, I pound on the beat
And bein` from Pittsburgh they sayin` they concerned
With tryna make a lame `cause my sound is unique
I love when a ni**a talk down, think it`s sweet
You couldn`t play me if you was acting and seeing
The haters can`t see `em, the money`s in the way like traffic
Pistolvania is straight action
I`m from the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Where ni**az ain`t workin jobs
They only option is to hustle
They feel like they gotta get it
Not all about it then f**k you
You ain`t someone that I grew up with
So why you think I would trust you?
Real talk like a dictionary
They say life`s a bitch, I`m married
And we make love, she f**k other ni**az tho
Can`t keep up, you haters to slow, oh

Yea budy
That`s how it is
That`s it, that`s all
Hahahaha, yea bitch
OK, hahaha