Smoke DZA - Best Seller lyrics

[Verse 1] Right, I'm from where ebonics is proper grammar Little n***as squeeze hammers Credit card scammer's, one hundred-fifty grammer's Mover's and shaker's, watch the crooks loomin' Type of n***a steal your pack and help you look for it Real sh** on wax, don't need no hook for it I need a movie and a book for it, listen here If this rap game is like the street game then I been prepared No pressure, I be cooler than central air Dark nights, don't be a lone victim Young shooters turned old hitmen, where I'm from I'm just a young n***a trying to get dollars to feed my baby's yo My bills late, but I paid them though My b**h annoying, that's my lady though Agree to disagree, I guess that's just the way we roll Now that I'm getting it, I remind her of the days When I was rapping for no money like an intern not getting paid A n***a was living off rhyme and noodles, sixteen-five the train I just made thirty in a month, gosh look how things changed n***as say the fame made you change Going through the bullsh**, how could you ever be the same [Hook x2] Nothing is overlooked Page for page cause my life is like an open book Life and times of the big fella Guaranteed to be a best seller [Verse 2] Low Impala flying towards traffic on a one way Minutes after acts of random gun play sh**'ll get worse before it gets better, one day Grandma said she prayed for me every Sunday Hand to hand, lost a couple grams f**ing with a middle man, thirsty for a lick Hit my man on the arm, and he got set up Caught him slipping like Stacks Edwards, another sad record story Only a boss bounce back from his loss Like he ain't been through sh** before Valuable lesson when you getting burned Only when you cut the n***a off, that's when a lesson learned Court adjourned, case closed, friend turned foes Heating up in a matter of minutes like microwave dinners, n***a Love and hates is the same sh** You gotta worry about a n***a when he's indifferent [Hook x2]