[Intro]
Ayy Oz, you a big dog now, you get to bark
Roll that weed up

[Verse]
It was probably a tuesday, I don't know, I remember a school day
Shaw popped out wit' a toolie
We was doin' hits, like two a day
Anyways, feel like yesterday, Buckz hit me up said "Let's hit the stu' today"
Mind you, this was my first time
I used just spit raps in a chirp line
I was spittin' rhymes on a Android, lil' n***as, we was just boys
But we was makin' that noise
Had the whole Eastside paranoid
Tryna do this rap shit, Bibby got me in for the first time, ain't even rehearse lines
Half of the n***as I gave a shout out on songs laid down in the dirt now
Really only got my buzz bein' on gangster shit, talkin' what you get murked by
N***as only showed me love when they saw that shit in me, they knew I was certified
We let it on and all of these pipes gettin' blown, we might have you terrified
Trendin' like Twitter, other words, I been that n***a before I got verified
I lost a lot of my n***as to gunfire, still rather not be on their side
That Desert Eagle gon' put you up there, call it American Airlines
Used to be ready on a hundred, ain't care, I would've did a bid, ain't care
Thought it was the code I live by, damn I got tricked didn't I?
Made the most of that shit didn't I?
N***a really got rich didn't I?
Got a lil' QP on me in the studio, me and Gmoney gettin' here now
Gotta' be the champ, get rich or I'ma die tryin', I met 50 Cent and Floyd
I ain't grow up wit' no sliverspoon, had gunpowder up on my hands, boy
Now I got 5 different revenue streams and I'm workin' on a whole lot of land, boy
Just admit, I'm the man, boy
Roll Posto when I land, boy
Turned down all them deals for years, sometimes ain't have fifty grand, boy
It took patience, I planned for it, but I ain't know how to get to it
I was just runnin' the streets wit' gorillas and lurkin', still thought I'd get rich through it
Ain't even put in the work, I thought talent was first and still thought I'd get rich through it
Somehow through the Sun and the rain, made a way, fallin' off don't go on my list do it?
Still got a hatin' n***a bitch booted
When I wanna kill 'em my fit Louis
I wan' let you know brought this shit from the trenches, counted me out not to mention
I had to ride the benches
Now I'm in the game puttin' up fifties
I'ma sell all my tickets, bitches in the front row showin' they titties
And they suckin' dick, no decision
Bae, I'm only here to pick up these digits
Only wanna fuck 'cause I whip 650s
Yeah, that been the case since I had six figures
Bitch you got to make better desicions, you still fuckin' with regular n***as
I'm just different, since 17 I been ahead of them n***as
So imagine a whole 'nother level or better me
I know it's hard to believe, you just gotta see
I put in work like a athlete, actually
I got right now you can have this shit after me
Everywhere I move I keep killers attached to me
Watch how you move, you might end up a casualty
And yo' money movin' gradually
While all my money just keep movin' rapidly
That's because you worried 'bout where the rappers be
You chasin' bitches, thought you was a trapper, C?
N***a like me, I'ma capitalize with a capital C
You know who I be, Kobe kappa, G Herbo throw bapital B's, it's a capital B
I lost my heart in the streets now you wan' know what happened to me?