When I Can

Yeah, that's right
I'ma get up with y'all niggas in a minute though
Yeah, you know I gotta handle this business
Never stop, look, look, uh

Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'ma holler at ya)
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'll get at ya, dawg)
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'ma holler at ya)
Balance bitches and bread
Watch out for woe, these my brodies and fam

Bitch, I be blowing on propane, I do my own thing
With nobody else influence
Back and forth between the dope game, I can't be broke, mane
I peel a wood and then I get to it
Lay a funky ass verse at the funky ass hook
Rapping like I ain't signed, you can get your spot took
I'ma bet your whole purse that I come out on top
Man, I grab the winning pot and the spot shook, see you later

You know the struggle ain't forever, but it's infinite
Sticking from a little nigga, gotta grind through it
Back, it ain't always sunny, fuck Dennis
I been flying out the handle every forty-five minutes
So I'll see y'all in a couple hours
Fried egg sandwich, nigga probably take a shower
'Cause I ain't never had no FOMO
I been busy fucking bitches, handle business on the low-low

I like to hit it in some rose gold
With the GoPro, yeah, the slow-mo
Sweep a ho from her man, looking 'round with
A big ass frown like, "Where'd my ho go?"
She on go smoke, getting loco
Stash your weapons when we riding past the po-po
Giving up a doggy to the low boat
But girl, I ain't here with you, I'm making no dough

Nah, nah, nah
Nah, I ain't never been the follower type
Think I'ma own the ball, you gotta be bright
That nigga gotta be tight
What you thinking when I run on stage?
Leave the show, tell her man I'm who he gotta be like
Bossy, Raymundo with the hot and with
Flossing, can't tell me shit about my grip
Coughing, only kush nigga, take you a whiff
Profit, you either paying me or I gotta dip, I'm off it (Lay)

Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'ma holler at ya)
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'll get at ya, dawg)
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'ma holler at ya)
Balance bitches and bread
Watch out for woe, these my brodies and fam
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'ma holler at ya)
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'll get at ya, dawg)
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (Yeah, yeah)
Stick to the script
Most of these suckers just don't understand

Wasn't worried 'bout rap race, I did it differently
Since I was four, five on a different beat
If y'all don't know, I don't believe you
If you hating on niggas, I promise I won't tease you
And that's your bad, 'cause nobody perfect
I been dancing with the devil in a sweet romance
Got me twisting purple, got me smashing brews
After I pay my bills, I might slide on through

I'ma cash my check and get it all in twos
Jimmy Johnson winning, whipping, no license
Listen to my niggas and the others fall silent
Rolling with the crew that fuck around and change climates
Never try reach me, decline, it's a climb
Gotta work, it's a crime if you ever come against me
Ninety-nine problems to be greater than Gretzky
Macking three dimes, you silly suckers macking ten threes

I know the stakes, nigga, so fuck a snake, nigga
This ain't New York, no fire escapes, nigga
You know a real one went to the real one
If a real one was in the wrong
I'd find it real funny if a cop sang me this
I'd find it real funny if a bop sang me this
Hoes won't hum it, pigs won't whistle
We grinding to the bone, but we ain't the real pistol, no, no, no

It's clear I got work to do
Honestly, my nigga, you do too
Go make the figures that'll keep you cool
Cop a whip or two, new crib with a pool (Splash)
Make your product irresistible (They on it)
Hustle that until your wrist is full (They want it)
My palms is itching, boy, I wish you knew
Go on and grind like me, I bet you get rich, fool

Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'ma holler at ya)
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'll get at ya, dawg)
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'ma holler at ya)
Balance bitches and bread
Watch out for woe, these my brodies and fam
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'ma holler at ya)
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (I'll get at ya, dawg)
Y'all go on ahead, I'ma holler when I can (Yeah, yeah)
Stick to the script
Most of these suckers just don't understand