Baby Boy

Yeah This shit colossal, know what I'm saying? Watch me prosper, nigga (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Fuck 'em if they left 'cause everything is alright Pain all I felt but, shit, I'm alright That pain never left but I'ma be alright If Payne still there then we gon' be alright Got my show start diggin' They weren't digging me, I can dig it Oh now you're feelin' me? I can feel it They envy, I'm winnin', it's killin', no kizzy Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings Baby boy, from rags to riches Baby boy, I had to get it Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it I admit it, I'm the one that did it Feel like I've been walkin' down Bleveland for a minute But now I ride with switches But I can't be talkin' 'bout that type shit That type shit that send a nigga to the penitentiary They hate 'cause I'm from Cleveland, oops I mean Bleveland I'm not Quando when none roll bitch I'm bleedin' Actin' like you throw, what you drinkin', nigga? Give me a reason Glocks with us and Glocks with them Pop it out, we droppin' him He flex, he bang, he think he gang He come around we robbin' him I done hit a whole lotta licks with my partna them We done did a whole lotta shit That's why they shoppin' here (on God) Even though I've been player I'm talkin' 'bout been player I can lie like thank God ambush smoke I inhale I know I'm in hell Everywhere they say the slime can't go You know I went there We really went there Okay, I heard the boy want smoke with me You ain't even approach a G He know it ain't no approachin' me I'ma leave his ass where the roaches be Checkmate, leave your ass right where you standin' (crazy) You got served plus you know these diamonds dancin' Lil Durk, what's happenin'? Young Thug, what's happenin'? Rudy, what's happenin'? Big Boo, what's happenin'? Drop top coupe, lookin' for who was bracked in Let's get it brackin', what's happenin' Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings Baby boy, from rags to riches Baby boy, I had to get it Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings Baby boy, from rags to riches Baby boy, I had to get it Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it I'm a mastermind, look how I mastered mine They say slow money better than no money But I want the faster kind Won't play with yours, so don't play with mine You'll be a bastard dyin' (dickhead, come try) Fuck my feelings, out my feelings 'cause I'm living now I pop shit, no wheelies now, hotboxes to millions now From hotboxes to millions now And that no kizzy needed Back then there wasn't beef now Shawty poppin' Now they want beef with me Free Wayne, he showed me to try hard Big Boo really showed me to cry hard Free Tay and Clock, they showed me How to dug and pull that scrap out My dawg gone and but he still told Them not to tap out (for sure) Damn, Rudy, why you cap out I was out, but now I'm back in my feelings (okay) Feel like I gotta do a whole lotta killing (okay) Just to get some healin', nigga I can't lie, that shit got killed me, nigga I'ma make 'em feel it, nigga It's better living soon It's better living soon It's better living soon I'm talkin' 'bout soon I hope it's soon I say better living, better living Better living, better living For all of us, I'm talkin' 'bout all of us