Ayo, Chris, you whylin' whylin'

All my haters lookin' bitter on me All these bitches that I want I don't see

Now I'm ballin', I'm the one they want, please Make it clear I'm the one that they need

Not no future, but I pay for the key Seven gears goin' straight on the Jeep

Not no 60 not a crip, Imma' bleed Diamonds flooded, got my ice from the sea

On the real, yeah, we keepin' it real Throw the fours at the top of the hill

Makin' money, fell in love with the bill, Ain't no cappin', yeah, we keepin' it real

On a real, yeah, we keepin' it real Throw the fours at the top of the hill

Makin' money, fell in' love with a bill Ain't no cappin', yeah, we keepin' it real

I got shooters at the top of the hill, Crazy looters wanna pull up and bail

Put their money on a condo and steal, Baby pull up, come and make me a mill

Pull up Kobe 24 for the kill Keisha yellow, got the purp' on the pill

Seen it all, spend a night in the jail, Know it all, what you tryna instill

Say no lie, with the Bible in front of me Pray to God that my homies be stuck with me

Double X, seven years, I'm anomaly Triple X, R.I.P, that's a tragedy

Shawty raw, I'm a match on her energy Bodyguard, I got hittas on side of me

Drip or drown, need it both for to gun to me, Polo socks, got the coat for like 23

All my haters lookin' bitter on me All these bitches that I want, I don't see

Now I'm ballin', I'm the one they want, please Make it clear, I'm the one that they need

Not no future, but I pay for the key Seven gears goin' straight on the Jeep

Not no 60 not a crip, Imma' bleed Diamonds flooded, got my ice from the sea

On the real, yeah, we keepin' it real Throw the fours at the top of the hill

Makin' money, fell in love with the bill, Ain't no cappin', yeah, we keepin' it real

On a real, yeah, we keepin' it real Throw the fours at the top of the hill

Makin' money, fell in love with the bill Ain't no cappin', yeah, we keepin' it real

All of dat' cap, only read it in captions, I pull out my drag, I might turn off the traction

Killin' these beats just to give you a lesson I'm fightin' my demons, I'm fightin' the Reverend

Thug he gon' pray, tryna make it a heaven I'm tryna be sweet, but I choke on a lemon

I never move solo, I step with the bredren, I got me a scrap, gotta move with a weapon

Killin', I'm drillin', I'm steppin', I'm runnin' I'm movin', I'm billing' bands by the anum

I got my ****, we shoppin', we coppin' We glockin', we steppin' up to the platter

Runnin' the digits, we ballin', we actin' retarded I turned myself to a rapper

Cut off the midgets, we goin' relentless Regardless, we goin' hard for the glamor

All my haters lookin' bitter on me All these bitches that I want I don't see

Now I'm ballin', I'm the one they want, please Make it clear I'm the one that they need

Not no future, but I pay for the key Seven gears goin' straight on the Jeep

Not no 60 not a crip, Imma' bleed Diamonds flooded, got my ice from the sea

On the real, yeah, we keepin' it real Throw the fours at the top of the hill

Makin' money, fell in love with the bill, Ain't no cappin', yeah, we keepin' it real

On a real, yeah, we keepin' it real Throw the fours at the top of the hill

Makin' money, fell in love with the bill Ain't no cappin', yeah, we keepin' it real