[Intro]
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
[Verse 1]
Uh, tell the preacher I'm sorry for all the shit I did (Yeah)
Would love to fuck you twice, but bitch, you too sensitive (Yeah)
Im used to spreading love, but niggas too negative
I'm never choking
They love to talk, but they never focus
I got my own company, I ain't never votin
I need a topic for this all because the camera's rolling
So now I'm up in the hills, and I got money to spill
Still rolling with my niggas, still, this music shit inks
Now they saying that I changed it, I ain't even copped the races
So's that, the money makes niggas turn mad
Tryna reach me but I'm too far ahead
Lotta shit on my mind, but still, fuck it, I'm glad
I'm twenty years old, and I dont depend on my dad
Reached the pinnacle
Niggas lacking confidence, they cant look in the mirror though
Smokin' all this bud, ah, it got a nigga spiritual
Never heard about me, still, theyre screaming all my lyrics yo
You see, I beat the game, and ain't nothing changed
Vibing to the rhythm, 'bout to do it again
My momma's feeding, making pizza, and she give me the bread
Give a fuck about these rappers, cause these niggas is lame
Money, pussy, drugs, shit, what is the topic again?
I go from city to city, I'm 'bout to sleep on a plane
Look at these people in the crowd, man, they yelling my name
Took a trip to the States, now everything 'bout to change
[Chorus]
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)
[Verse 2]
Uh, so back and forth we go
I used to be so broke, I almost sold that blow
Just tryna get that dough
Was tryna paint a little picture of a money-making nigga
But I had to be patient
It's cool, I was a piece of trash
Tryna make this money fast (Money)
The newspaper writing shit about my music fast
Well, here's a picture of my dick to make the visual last (Yeah)
I had to ditch my old manager, he stil in cash (Woah)
Interviews, and fucking in the views
And if these niggas talking lot, then I'll just hit the snooze
They claim that I ain't shit, but still, they watch my moves
And I've been opening doors for niggas, have you seen the news?
So many bitches on my dick, see I just pick and choose (Yeah)
I ain't been home for a week, I had to pay my dues
See, I go off for this shit, I smoke a pound with my bitch
I took a trip to the States, I had to figure some shit
Came stocked now, 'til a nigga rich as a bitch
These niggas never been my friends, they push me off of that cliff
She rode a mile on that dick
I can't wait 'til I spend a little check on my wrist
What's the problem with these niggas? They suspicious as shit
Nothing but love for these people that's supporting my shit
I told my niggas never worry, man we 'bout to get rich
Wanna forget about the past, that's why I smoke and I sip
And only God can judge a nigga, so don't be bugging my shit
[Chorus]
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)
[Outro: Excerpt From The Basketball Diaries]
"You ready? Listen, I forgot to tell you - don't tell the other guys, but when we leave here, I have a surprise for you."
"Tell me what it is!"
"It's a surprise, trust me, all right?"
"Ow, don't mess around man!
"Alright, you ready?"
"Come on, man."
"Alright, ready? Let's jump. On three. You ready?"
"Uh huh."
One, two, three.
