I never had a chain never put
I never stunted it on these niggas
But I'm feeling like I should,
I never was attending a party
Took a few years of rapping
Spending on my hard- earned
I could buy a whole block
in Atlanta for that Cabana
I was thinking this in ninth grade
'cause them niggas is not paid
I figured I'd do it my way
The hustle ain't for the scary,
I'm do ing me in my free time
They gon' make a reason to hate me,
I want the whole key lime
And the seat that recline
with a TV that can rewind
Never to your benefit to be with you not
I told my son don't ever let
them niggas see what you got
So when you flash a couple dollars,
I just snatch it out his hands
It's what happened when you show
your money off on the block
Yeah, life lessons in the Jones' house
I'd rather take the slow route
Never judge, there is always something
The shit that you'll be judging so
continue with a closed mouth