[Intro]
(Ah Yeah...)
Cooler than the autumn
You don't want no problems hoe
(Ah Yeah...)
[Verse 1: Mike Beatz]
Back in the… back in the… back in the day i was a cold mo'f**a
No one cared so i had to do it all on my own mo'f**a
Write these raps
Make these beats
Now i got a gold plaque on my wall mo'f**a
I'm on mo'f**a
I know you hate it
People talking sh**
That's how you know you made it
Take that sh** them bloggers wrote
And i shoved it right back down their goddamn throats
Swear to god I'm dope
You might not see it
Feel like the best
So why not be it
Crept up on em like baby tracks
In a jason mask
And high-top filas
What you know about that hustle & flow
Touching that road & f**ing up shows
What you know about that weed that dro
That speed that slow
That e that snoooooow
[Hook]
I came in the game
So i could make a whole lotta money
Make a whole lotta money
(Yea)
n***as ain't peep my lane
But it's been a long time coming
Been a long time coming
(Yea)
(Repeat x2)
[Verse 2: Mike Beatz]
The rap game f**ed up
The trap game f**ed up
The weed game f**ed up
But we ain't f**ed up
We hustling like day and night
Tryna get a piece of the american pie
Grab your seat so we can save your slice
Doing wrong so we can make it right...
Make it right...
Make it right…
[Bridge]
Won some
Lost some
The road here has been a long one
All i care about is that money now
So you can say that I'm on one
On top bar none
Fake homies don't want none
Na naaaw na naaaaw
Na naaaw na naaaaw
Na naaaaaaaaaaaaaaw…..
[Hook]
I came in the game
So i could make a whole lotta money
Make a whole lotta money
(Yea)
n***as ain't peep my lane
But it's been a long time coming
Been a long time coming
(Yea)
(Repeat x2)
(Rants….)
End