niggas act like they ain't know me,
ain't nobody wanna bring me up
It's kinda like crabs in a bucket,
Don't nobody want the next man
But I made it, I dedicate
this to the non -believers
I ain't great in high school,
But sometimes when you broke,
you gotta swallow your pride
Hold up shirts and icebergs,
had me pimpin' the ladies
Now all the chicks that was fine,
Knocked up, I'm blocked up,
with my eyes on the haters
black and gray like the Raiders
but we got keys on the table
And I don't like that slow money,
I keep that pistol in the stash,
Cause I bust caps like I bust raps,
when I didn't have shit to drive
when I ain't have shit to buy
when I had to smoke regular weed
If you ain't know me back then,
More money, more problems,
Y 'all critics can kiss my ass,
Look, you ain't know me back then
Look, you ain't know me back then
when I ain't had no grades
when I had to skip school to grind
I'm tryna get that slow nickel,
I used to want that fast dime
But now I'm making corporate deals
that crack money had me straight
Look, I've been wearing bathing aid
I bought a Gucci belt buckle
like the Watergate scandal
Five in the sky, oh my, who is he?
when I didn't have shit to drive
when I ain't have shit to buy
when I had to smoke regular weed
If you ain't know me back then,
More money, more problems,
Y 'all critics can kiss my ass,
Type in Clova GTV on YouTube
and you can see all the videos homie
you want beats and verses
if you ain't know me back in the game
when I was hustlin' grindin'
You know what I'm sayin',
I'm a fuckin' trap with my nigga Taz
Rest in peace to my nigga Taz,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas talkin' bout I ain't do