his might be my most public display
A personal crisis
I mean while I was sitting in terminal fire
Cause there was nothing certain about finance
And I was still searching for status
The grounds running
Baby Boogie who came out bussin
Play the game
How it goes?
What a discovery
Want to take it separately
Cause of how much I love it
Dont let me
They beat me like an obstacle
Can I show these kids
Some hot boy sh**?
One day Imma blow this b**h
Well let me set the scene
My n***az are from the streets
Bad n***a wants to meet her
Were recording
No room for goofies
Just to prove it
Yeah we get to put dollars on this new fund sh**
And all these new friend n***az
As if they knew how I play
What did just happen?
Well maybe I got exactly what I was asking for
All leads to one feeling
Just like a basket case
Cause this is how baskets are made
We call it basket book
You be insane if youd be the same
Use better judgment when you reach to ask
How much is my budget
Everything I can master up
Cause this is how much I love it, n***a
We loved it
We loved it
Lets toast to the real n***az
Champagne toast to my real n***az
I am happy we made it
But they dont wanna see us
Master coming through the door like crazy
Now your momma baby boy is famous
Unless youre on time boy
I stay on my business
Getting that money and thinkin about rappin
We might just say that we did it
I dont think that you f** n***az and me
Well apparently
With 30 shots Im hitting everything
When I hit them with the ball
Watch them drop like the blunt
And I hit them with some more
Listen to that sh**
All this fiction in this rap
I was fishin in this rap
I was dancin for the streets
This is f**in plan B
Guess Im stickin to the tramp
Guess Im stickin to the tramp
Guess Im stickin to the tramp