360 (US) - Lookin' Like I'm Signed lyrics

[Hook – 360] She said looking like I'm signed b**h I'm living like I'm [?] They say I'm ahead of my time sh** I ain't even in my prime They said I'm out of my mind Big chains, big whips, big cribs, that fancy sh** [Verse 1 – 360] Young n***a started from the dirt Every verse put it in a hearse The real recognizing what it is I got to tell the truth, I know it hurts Your hustle ain't my hustle n***a sh** ain't working out the way you planned it I heard you signed to 360 Ha, guess you really took my name for granted This n***a just sold about 80 thou in his first week We can both walk in the same club at the same time And they'd notice me They're calling me a young OG We both rocking, I'm rolling I'm collecting all of my royalties These motherf**ers can't hold me They mad How a n***a this real who ain't have to kiss a** Done came up this fast? They mad Cause they got more cake but I hold more weight Garner rich n***a hate My bad If I had to step on your toes Sit back and let my ribs show, I suppose Get the baking soda, turn the heat on the stove Wasn't stopping me then, had to eat off the Os Now a n***a bout to murder it ([?]) Give praise to the most high (almighty) Two words for the competition (so sorry) I ain't never gonna sell my soul (for nobody) I done came this far by myself I was born in this world, by myself Imma die in this world, by myself When I get to where I'm going, I don't need your help n***a! [Hook][x2] [Bridge] Smoke, break, break, break Smoke, break, break, break Smoke, break, break, break Smoke, break, break, break [Verse 2 – Smoke DZA] Kushed God b**h, riiiiight, (smoke!) Came through stomping in my stelfs You think you balling cause you got a Gucci belt? n***a you out here crying for help (Let it sink in), b**h I'm signed to myself Cosign, what cosign? I certified my own sh** You out here tryna get bored I'm out here tryna own sh** I make the b**hes go crazy I make the hippies go crazy Do shows, smoke weed, and they pay me Take a trip with my lady s**er free, that's the way to be Been real the whole time, no favors B Independent n***a doing it majorly Something lettered in between A and Z Ain't a time I ain't touring Overseas with it, I'm riding foreign Pics pop up when you google Ralph Lauren And it ain't a weed song if DZA ain't on it n***as don't want it, not now, not ever Lyrically I'm Mayweather Dat nice, like May weather Ay n***a, ay n***a [Hook][x2]