My mama raised me well
My daddy raised me well
My brother keep me fed, keep a roof over my head
That bass up in your trunk, them drugs up in your blunt
That song stuck in your head, bitch Im that smoke inside of your lungs
Im coming through with that new sound, put you on to that SESH shit
You pick a trend, you hop on it, then hop off to that next shit
Motherfuck your life, dont mention me
I dont want your name in my mention feed
You can try your best, still aint affecting me
See I spark a blunt and play Tekken 3
Playstation, play making
Flip a brick, then I Harlem shake it
Riding scrapers, born in Oakland
Making money like Im out in Vegas
Hit the slide, coward watch
Same one that B.G. got
On the front cover of that Chopper City
Rolex rocking like slingshots
Raise a chopper like beam shots
No evidence, no trace
My chain shine like night
Like hit the glue on that grey
See Im kissin roses, if you didnt notice
Getting cash while Im staying focused
Ginger ale in my glass and you know that Glock on the dash stay loaded
Kicking typical raps, banging beats, flicking ash
Get back, get back, you dont know me like that
Kicking typical raps, banging beats, flicking ash
Its the young night rat, getting money, getting cash
Everybody wanna sound like me
Everybody wanna act like me
Everybody wanna look like me
Everybody wanna rap like me
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Uh, stop it, you cant do it
Now stand back and let me do it
Bitch you can keep that Rari
Id rather whip around in that Buick