Half a Million. (feat. Bunge & Stevie Fooley)

Desert storm

November rain gang

I’m staying sane

Ya’ll eating be lemon meringue pie to get a dame

I catch a window pane

Jump in and I’m in the lane

It's Big bad nothing Muhfucka

And You know the name

And they just paint on the walls of stalls

I took it all across the country

Just to yell it at all

I got bigger than they thought of me

I think I won the lottery

My whole house looking like it’s

Motherfucking made of pottery

What

What the fuck you not knowing?

This is a system

Bet they see the distance

I just glisten, got em hissin’

If somebody missing not a issue

there’s a reason, copy

If they listen prollie Now I’m poppin,

Man somebody stop me

Used to be around just fish to eat,

And you could spot me

Used to go and cop around the lobby

Just to pop and ollie

Got a perfect, not me

I be talking just To Mari

Now I’m Hotter than wasabi

It’s a problem man

Somebody stop me

A&R’s be knocking

While the middle man is watching

Want me to sign the dotted line

Without no ownership to promise

Ain’t no way you catch me

Ballin’ off the record labels profit (No, No)

I just made a half a million

With no company behind me

(Hah, hah, hah)

You can catch me riding down my city

Where it’s hottest

Guthrie to Cadillac

Down La Ciengea I’m Mobbin'

To the studio

To link up with Amir

It’s perfect timing

Do my thing And carry my ass back home

Amir, I’m gone

What the fuck you not knowing?

This is a system

Bet they see the distance

I just glisten, got em hissin’

If somebody missing not a issue

there’s a reason, copy

If they listen prollie Now I’m poppin,

Man somebody stop me

Used to be around just fish to eat,

And you could spot me

Used to go and cop around the lobby

Just to pop and ollie

Got a perfect, not me

I be talking just To Mari

Now I’m Hotter than wasabi

It’s a problem man

Somebody stop me

Post Pac and big pussy popping is popping now (wow)

I’m on my new age

B siding for slighted crowds

Rarely in rare apparent form

Matching competition

Then I figure the opposition was my decision

A big boy in a big boy

No hidden figure

I’ll lose a shot of my fame

Say where yo aim at

You better have a hit on your name

Cause nothing else matters

Like Lauryn hill being late to arenas

I’m Gilbert wit hands up cause I’m going in

Noted my pen is a deadly weapon if I’m a win

I got a reason to live

A meaning for breathing this very second

Pay the fare to take it there

Way further than millionaire

Ya baddest bitch is fried

Until I arrive with tithes and fear of god

Double 9 to 5, been trapping since 99

And you’ll get use to any beef when living with 5 guys