People's Favorite

Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite (Niizzy) Probably on the stage now, I'm the people's - Huh, huh, ay I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite I'm pickin' up and pressin' five, I got niggas in them cages Bro 'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin' I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega Buss, a book of girl down with a razor This water deep, swim or drown, I can't save you, nigga Every day I thank God that he made me different Had to pay a lil' extra 'cause they made 'em different Traction off in the rain, SRT slidin' 12 know they play crazy, I'ma keep drivin' Serve a nine, turn the music up and keep vibin' I'm just thumbin' through this paper, had to hustle to get it I'm on two different type of dranks, this a wonderful feelin' I'm puttin' that pussy on wait 'less it come with a million But she gon' wait for me 'cause I'm one of the real ones Right now, I'm on a jail call with one of the killers You know I'm handlin' business (beep), rubber bandin' this chicken Heart racin', boilin' water, got my hand in the skillet You're the reason why them junkies tryna battle addiction All these pointers in the Rollie like I shattered a crystal Just got off a plane, bitch in baggage claim with a pistol Been thinkin' 'bout your brain, I should say your name 'cause I miss you I talked to what's-her-name the other day, it ain't go how I meant to Let's just go our separate ways, I ain't got nothin' against you You can't focus on the game, I might have to bench you I gotta focus on the game, ballin' what I'm into Huh, I could still feel Trey with me while I'm ridin' In jail on my bunk lyin' down while you was dyin' You wasn't here to see my first couple hundred thousand I'm up late countin' this shit, I know you lookin' down smilin' I know you lookin' down wildin' like we're winnin' now Gave my lil' bitch ten like, "Hurry up, bae, in and out" Roll the window down, I got a six poured I had to leave that broke shit alone, it was gettin' old I had to put the foil on the food, it was gettin' cold I had to hit the road, I'm probably in New York like Jim Jones Take a yellow bitch and hit the beach, change her skin tone A million on my mind, yeah, my mind got an M on it I was in that white SRT with the tint on it 50 grams of each, ARP and like ten on it Let me take 'em back, my first zap, I spent a band on it Niggas know, it come down to that business, I'ma stand on it I'm probably on the stage now, I'm the people's favorite I'm pickin' up and pressin' five, I got niggas in them cages Bro 'nem said don't let 'em down, I can't leave 'em hangin' I'm on the other side of town cookin' with a hanger You know them niggas wanna put me down, lovin' me be dangerous Baby say she wanna ride with me, I'ma take her Huh, way across the world, put her in Bottega