I Ain't Made It Yet

I ain't made it yet, I still fuck with the fiends

I got so much rank that in my hood, they treat me like a king

Get a million for an EP, fuck doin' shit for free

I ain't payin' for no killings, they gon' do it 'cause it's me

Got a crew of youngins sweepin' shit up like they Mr. Clean

I'm a ghetto-ass ****, clean my ice with Listerine

You a pillow talkin' ass, ****, you might tell Larry things

I-I-I been fuckin' on these famous hoes, this shit was just a dream

Ayy, I ain't made it yet, I'll be there in fifteen

**** want three thousand beans, ridin' dirty, sippin' clean

I'ma get a bag, ****, all my clothes from overseas

He ain't bought no ice in years, tell that **** go to sleep

Know these **** extra, but I know it ain't no pressure

Know they sleepin' on the twin size, ain't no dresser

Every time I post on Instagram, that shit depressin'

You want a million milligrams, ****, I'm in Texas

Put ass and titties on my bitch, I call her my investment

Sold her half a turkey wing and collard greens, but I ain't have no dressing

Every time I post on Instagram, these bitches get to textin'

We can meet outside of Any Mall, let's see who get the freshest

If you meetin' me in Louis, that's a couple bands extra

I'm in the fittin' room over by the men's section

If we meetin' in Atlanta, then I'm over by Grady

Mad as hell these **** got me servin' out the 580

When I rong up at my bitch Chanel 'cause she a crack baby

I spent a half a mil' on two whips like, 'Fuck the 580'

Y'all fuck yo' hoe so good, I make her throw away that vibrator

You can't get up with me, the chance is slim, I think you **** shady

I'm in a Lamb' truck with two hoes, we all on one thing

Hit the road, walk through a few doors, make thirty-five K

Thank God, every day I ain't them **** I hate

If I can't sell it in the hood, then I can flip it, try steak

Go anywhere, I know I'm good, got a million dollar face

I touched down without no entourage, just brought a bunch of paint

Punch a pussy **** teeth out, don't be playin' in my face, lame

Drunk as hell behind the wheel, I'm swervin' like I can't drive

'Boutta old school, I spent ten thousand on a paint job

We the ones who still havin' motion on the paper side

Jealous ass **** crackin' jokes on the haterside

Meanwhile, they workin' shitty jobs, barely gettin' by

Meanwhile, I'm countin' fifty thot, eatin' chili fries

Heard a **** tagged me on the 'Gram, got hospitalized

All my boys pullin' up on me, I done gentrified

You the **** finished in the club, I identify

Magic City, gotta sixty out us,, it's just me and P

We can't lose this for this ****, get this shit on DVD

Million dollar **** still ask to use your EBT

Know these **** rattin', still I'm beggin' you to keep it street

Know these **** rattin', still I'm beggin' you to keep it street

Million dollar **** still ask to use your EBT