Sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker, huh?
Don't be that mothafucka
Hm-mm
Realistically I'm just sittin' back
Got back to the crib
Got a pile of KK
Pack of cones
Just doin' what I do
Ain't shit changed
Uh

Smokin' weed and livin' how I'm s'possed to be
The police don't say shit when they approach me
Different day, a different coast
I'm doin' shit the way I'm s'possed to
Flyin' private, 'way from coach
Was a player, now I coach
Hundred mil', I'm tryna gross
Roll a pound and flow
Pour around and toast
Every day we focused, no matter how much we smoke
Hit it, never miss
Got these niggas pissed
Get caught? Never flip
Charges get dismissed
Been a savage since I jumped off in this business shit
Nothing personal, must've forgot what this business is
I keep hustlin' and won't stop until my clique get rich
Won't do shit, you bury yourself, I'll let you dig that ditch
You a hustlin' motherfucker
New crib for my son, an AP for my brother and it's flooded
Them girls ain't gon' get enough of it
Earn my respect, they gon' keep tellin' you that I'm fuckin' rich
Earn my respect, he just get jealous because I fucked his bitch
Earn my respect, so when they come to my house, they don't take pics
I'm killin' the competition
They still ain't got my permission
I'm finna make my decision
I'm holdin' out my position