Never Hating

Yea (yea) Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend I put this shit on today, for no reason Got something to smile about, I fixed up my teeth Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff What kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up? I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up Nail and a hammer, I done built it from the ground up Brodie say he workin', but the bricks done went down some They handle the business, I do not go around them You can get a hunnid if you want 'em, we got pound spots I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they talmbout? Cars, I done did that, chains, don't need no mo' So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home Potholes keep on fuckin' up the Forgi's, take the rims off The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off Bro 'nem, in the striker, but it's good, we swapped the VINs out Don't bark up this tree, I make a choppa knock his limbs off Thousand dollar after every road, that's what they hittin' for All I do is fuck her, I done turned her to a nympho FN's, blackouts, Gen 5's, Gen 4's Trippin' for the family, I don't play about my kin folks I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin' God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies Fuck I look like havin' smoke with my mini-me's? Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me? Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit Never been a hater, I don't care enough This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects See sum I like, no police, so I'ma cop it Don't follow my page, I post racks every day For these niggas and bitches that's counting my pockets (woo) Hurdle this bitch in Huaraches Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options I took the private jet out to Nevada 4PF Ced, they got smoked like a Rasta Trenches with me, something seem suspicious, something seeming fishy 'M Four Pockets Full and look like biscuits Overprice us and we uppin', uppin' Foh Foh Foh Foh, this sound, sound delicious You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cooking' Woop, woop, litty, can't abort the mission, bitch, I got addictions I don't do photo pictures, keep it low and with me I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin' God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies Fuck I look like havin' smoke with my mini-me's? Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me? Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit Never been a hater, I don't care enough This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us