Still doubt me after this shit
Ain't no way you been here
This long and still ain't rich
Pull up on your bitch like wait
Still talking slick like wait
Nigga on the road, my escape
Humble as a bitch, but not today
Riding through the 6 without the Drac'
Gotta take it slow, fuck up out my way
Been five years, still ain't took a break
I done did so much and still, I paved my way
Good poker face, do that shit with grace
Ain't no way, ain't no way
Ain't no way, ain't no way
Ain't no way, ain't no way
Ain't no way, ain't no way
Ain't no way, ain't no way
Ain't no way, ain't no way
Ain't no way, ain't no way
Ain't no way, ain't no way
When bitches smiling in my face
Too bad I do this shit with grace
Can't relate, take a break
And come back when it resonate
I raise the stakes (yeah)
I put the fire to the flame
I put the hater shit to shame (oh)
They can't break a bitch with what they say (bitch)
I wake up and I choose the money (money)
They wake up and they choose to hate (huh?)
Can't mimic the image (yeah)
They don't know what to do (what?)
These bitches been itching for an issue
And I got me a pump (huh?)
And I shot me a punk, bitch
I'm popping the trunk (bitch)
Bitch, my trunk in the front
Pussy popping and young (yeah)
If I pull this chopper out when I shoot
Still doubt me after this shit
Ain't no way you been here
This long and still ain't rich
Pull up on your bitch like wait
Still talking slick like wait
Nigga on the road, my escape
Humble as a bitch, but not today
Riding through the 6 without the Drac'
What's the real rules and regulations?
Like what's the conversation?
Ain't no way, I ain't gone Shawshank from out the shit
Shovel snow, shivering in cold
I don't want the silverware, shit goes
Shawty slippery'ed the slope
My partner praise a lot and slang dope
My block the same, we rock the same clothes
Reading rainbows, fuck the same hoes
Ain't no way this the way I'm living out my final days
Chakra flowing through me like a tidal wave
Rivals made to be a slave inside my suicidal page
We ain't where the Eiffel stay
Over the years, friends turn to enemies
Bullets curving left and right
Sort them like parentheses
I can turn your sympathies to symphonies
And I can send you up the same day
Niggas be getting famous off of infamy
Infiltrate the industry by using
At first, I used to fight this shit
Jiggaman made his first album at twenty six
I was seventeen getting rich
I was gonna take what people sell me
'Cause I kill a mic on any LP
Trained up my body and soul
Trust, between god and myself
Still doubt me after this shit
Ain't no way you been here
This long and still ain't rich
Pull up on your bitch like wait
Still talking slick like wait
Nigga on the road, my escape
Humble as a bitch, but not today
Riding through the 6 without the Drac'
