I Got It

What up, family?

Tryna wake em up cousin

I said RIP, my cousin

Ay, oh, na, na, na, na, na, na, ay

Tryna wake em up cousin

Walking devil, I be feeling like Jesus

I don't know much about that Bible, never felt like I need it

I told my mama that I got her, when I make it we even

For all the years she took care of me and my brother believin'

I miss my grandma, why did she have to leave me?

I had so much shit to tell her, damn man, I still can't believe it

We ballin' out, nah, we ain't up in no bleachers

You hear my songs on the radio, baby, turn up your speakers

'Cause we on now, and we grown now

First million, go and tell em it's on now

I still sip Arizonas

And I do all of this shit for my loners

Screamin' to the top of my lungs like

"Mama, I'ma make it"

Gotta speak it to existence then you gotta have patience

Just stay in your lane and fuck anybody hatin'

Love don't love nobody so don't worry about datin'

Just worry about DeJ whether you singin' or you rappin'

All these bitches got opinions cause you fucking over half em

Anybody want war it ain't shit to get it crackin'

'Cause ****, where I'm from, they use alleys for the caskets

I'm not tryna promote violence, a lot of shit be on my conscience

Never been baptized, I got demons in my body

And I pray from time to time, I be like

"Lord, get 'em off me"

I just want to be wealthy, way more to it than money

Don't nobody keep it real, half these rappers is phony

They ain't really gettin' money, pockets flat as my stomach

I don't merge **** lanes, I got tunnel vision

Fuck a buffalo stud, no pun intended

It's so hard, I still play it like Pun existed (Big Pun)

Teach the kids to be bosses, no dumb decisions

Look, all y'all fraud ****, all y'all broad ****

And most of em foul, that's exactly why I charge bitches

My **** put up buckets, pour the soul with it

You got a team full of ball hoggers and soft ****

Scared to let your mans ball, these **** Ken dolls

I'ma put me on, then put my friends off

**** try to talk to me, I put em in that friend zone

Sophisticated thug, you know the suit, ties, the Timbs on

We be off the Hen, dog, don't chase it for nothing

And you be on that bullshit, basically frontin'

I'm basically runnin', anything go in front me

Try to stop me, I go crazy, I get to clickin' and dumpin'

I probably leave a **** boilin' like chicken and dumplings

Cornbread, cabbage, soul food, I'll blow off your muffin

Fuck it, all I want is check with them commas with no drama

Respect, loyalty, money and power

Round table, we gon' eat like them mobsters

I'm a monster, this music shit, it come so easy, I got it

Bitch, I got it, oh, I got it

Bitch, I got it, yeah

It come so easy, I got it

Ay, I got it

IBGM

Yeah, we got it, we got it

Yeah

All y'all ball ****

Oh, na, na, na, na, na, whoa

Oh, na, na, na, na, na, na, whoa

Oh, na, na, na, na, na, na, yeah, yeah