Lyrics
Niggas
talk
down
on
my
name
because
it's
me
I
swear
they
want
to
be
I
got
off
my
ass
and
ran
it
up,
that's
how
it's
supposed
to
be
Fell
in
love
with
different
kind
of
drugs,
I
be
smoking
weed
Shawty
hit
my
line
she
wanna
to
fuck,
don't
want
you
next
to
me
Because
I'm
chasing
all
this
paper,
I
don't
have
time
for
relations
In
the
whip
I'm
moving
fast,
gotta
get
to
my
location
I
wont
say
shit,
but
just
know
this
nigga
came
up
from
the
basement
He
ain't
patient.
He
ain't
waiting,
he
just
gotta
fucking
make
it
And
he
be
out
here
doing
what
it
does
He
got
dedication,
he
ain't
worried
bout
no
thugs
On
the
path
he's
paving,
he
can't
seem
to
get
enough
In
the
kitchen
he's
baking
The
trap
been
booming
bitch
it's
been
blazing
And
it
ain't
no
way
he
taking
vacations
I
had
to
get
an
education
that
was
not
up
for
debating
Even
though
I
went
everyday,
I
think
that
shit
was
overrated
I
tried
to
double
up
on
all
of
my
minors
and
all
my
majors
I
pulled
all
nighters
reading
pages,
looked
at
my
grade
I
could
just
save
it
I
met
this
bad
little
bitch
when
I
moved
out
to
north
And
she
told
me
that
she
was
my
neighbor
But
I
was
with
Cameron,
walking
right
up
to
the
door
I
pretended
that
bitch
she
was
nameless
I
put
that
ice
on
my
neck,
put
that
ice
on
my
wrist
Now
a
nigga
be
wet
like
the
navy
I
got
the
drip
and
I
feel
like
the
sauce
with
no
chips
And
these
niggas
be
looking
real
basic
I'm
a
(431)
nigga,
put
'Peg
on
the
map
I
be
spitting
them
facts,
ain't
no
cap
in
my
rap
Everything
that
I
am
all
these
little
niggas
lack
All
these
bitches
they
want
I
done
hit
from
the
back
And
this
shit
is
nonstop
I
be
doing
my
dance
You
can
find
me
at
home
I
be
counting
my
racks
Most
of
this
shit
came
from
flipping
the
pack
If
you
are
looking
for
work
you
should
send
me
a
snap
Niggas
talk
down
on
my
name
because
it's
me
I
swear
they
want
to
be
I
got
off
my
ass
and
ran
it
up,
that's
how
it's
supposed
to
be
Fell
in
love
with
different
kind
of
drugs,
I
be
smoking
weed
Shawty
hit
my
line
she
wanna
fuck,
don't
want
you
next
to
me
Because
I'm
chasing
all
this
paper,
I
don't
have
time
for
relations
In
the
whip
I'm
moving
fast,
gotta
get
to
my
location.
I
wont
say
shit,
but
just
know
this
nigga
came
up
from
the
basement
He
ain't
patient.
He
ain't
waiting,
he
just
gotta
fucking
make
it
And
he
be
out
here
doing
what
it
does
He
got
dedication,
he
ain't
worried
bout
no
thugs
On
the
path
he's
paving,
he
can't
seem
to
get
enough
In
the
kitchen
he's
baking
The
trap
been
booming
bitch
it's
been
blazing
And
it
ain't
no
way
he
taking
vacations
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