The Movie
[Verse 1]
Live from hells kitchen its only a few chose
By the time you start getting money my money gon' be more
Check a n***a swagger you n***as shoes old
You couldn't walk and step in my shoes I'm sold as Gold
Back in the bowl, sh** on you [?], piss on you [?]
Rip off your pockets, I'm gutter, go back in your a**hole
The bigger the pot get, the drama it come with the money
The trips, the fame, the luxury whips
You talking that rich talk, I cooked up with a pitchfork
Lord forgive me for my sins these n***as need chalk
Your career already dead before you get on
Study my mixtapes, write about my fancy wardrobe
I embrace n***as, I made you a k**a
Dope boy superior, Bloody green interior
As the plot thickens you n***as get more serious
Where your comfort come from
Your mom your dad your homies
They lied to ya you barely survivin'
Championship too you ain't coming back alive
The day I stop using Autotune thats when its gone die
Until then I create melodies thats influenced by promethazine
I was chasing bricks before I chased the dream
Plotting on a scheme
I smell the fake I smell the phony I smell the thieves
You can't get rid of me
I'm a problem to be reckoned with, I'm wrecking sh**
(on the phone)
Yo whats going on whats going on
Where you at I'm over here at the god damn studio I thought you were gonna pull up
Man I can't get no sleep I been up a month straight n***a I ain't slept I been countin' money n***a my knuckles hurt n***a
Man we got to turn up on these n***as man
They think a n***a sleep or something I'm just countin' money
They think a n***a sleep?
Right no sleep
Say no more