Another One

Live Nation gave me M's to do my dougie on you hoes

Keep your comments to yourself, I made this for the bros

I start writin' once it drop, I ain't even let it load

You take Hit-Boy, you take Mali, you add me and you got gold

Really do this shit for real, boy, don't ask me what I sold

I'm like Wade to KP, they hit me to break the code

Every time I hear a beat, I hit seven on the dice

Wanna do a song with me? Why you playin' with your life?

Flow water but it's room temp, I ain't got no ice

Made a hunnid, proud to pay, I ain't even set no price

I wake up and live my life

Smoke my weed and make some hits

Sell out everywhere I go, could a give fuck about your list

Know the voice when you best

Close your eyes and take a guess

I be trying not to flex, but I shot this with my left

****, stop fuckin' playin'

All this time been takin' less

Hit-Boy play a beat and I'ma eat till nothin'—

Bitch, I grew up near the Crest, College Park to be exact

**** say they from where I'm from

We like, "****, where you at?"

Hit LA for some days, I might come back with a plaque

Ain't gotta ask me I'm from, you hear the beat, The West is back

Ran up a M, I need another one

I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son

Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one

Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one

Ran-ran up a M, I need another one

I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son

Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one

Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one

Huh, we got another one

Huh, we got another one

Huh, uh

Wow, we got another—, we got a—, we got a

We got another one

Shipment comin' 'cross in a hundred drums, uh

Chuck a hundred bands

Like a hundred pounds of trash while they bouncin' ass

I'm smackin' in these lil' ****' face

Fuck a gram, I take an eighth to the face

I'm sittin' on mountains of the cake blowin' cake

Stakin' up my stakes, have you laid up in a lake

Got a chip on my shoulder, banana chips in my holster

Gone off Banana Kush, blowin' like a roadster

Look both ways 'fore you cross me

Washington and Fair Oaks, I'm a dangerous cross-street

Play with somethin' safe, don't play with your fate

Big Hit and LaRussell, out'chea playin' with cake

I been playin' these pianos, real Black Sopranos

Pops is black Rambo, poppin' bands is mando

Ran up a M, I need another one

I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son

Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one

Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one

Ran-ran up a M, I need another one

I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son

Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one

Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one

Huh, we got another one

Huh, we got another one

Huh, uh

Wow, we got another—, we got a—, we got a