I was sleepin’ in the projects, going asleep to the sirens Lost my nigga to a high speed chase, it’s traumatising I remember prayin’ to God that I make it perfect timing I got murder on my mind, cut these demons off Cut these niggas off, cut these hoes off If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off Niggas try to ride the wave, this ain’t Noah’s Arc I’m a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start
I was in the poor parts, ridin’ with the blicky, blicky I had to get my hands dirty, they got sticky, sticky We tryna make the cornbread like it’s Jiffy, Jiffy My bitch got rose stones round her neck like she Nefertiti Niggasas talkin’ down on me, fuck the chatter Realest niggas in the city, they mad at us These niggas gon’ politic on me just to get their status up And I never needed a nigga, all I needed was my accomplishments He ain’t even pop the stick, lil’ nigga why you poppin’ shit? Ballin’ like I’m Scotty Pippen, the streets, I got lock on it Found a wave and hopped on it Down, ain’t got no top on it It feel good when you poppin’, don’t it? These niggas can’t be my opponents
I was sleepin’ in the projects, going asleep to the sirens Lost my nigga to a high speed chase, it’s traumatising I remember prayin’ to God that I make it perfect timing I got murder on my mind, cut these demons off Cut these niggas off, cut these hoes off If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off Niggas try to ride the wave, this ain’t Noah’s Arc I’m a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start