Jay Rock what's good?   Haha, we label mates nigga I shoulda been jumped on this shit   But it's all good I'ma take care of it   Start like      I started out lil' nigga with a dream   Now I'm on but it still ain't what it seem   'Cause now I got more money   More niggaz rather see me somewhere on the floor then the ceiling of this thing   But I can give a damn what a little nigga think   I pop more champagne, peel another sweet   Catch Wiz skinny ass chillin' on the beach   Cut my own hoes off, I ain't deal with them in weeks   I pray to God every night before I go to sleep   To let her know I'm safe, kiss my mother on the cheek   My little sister grown, little cousin tall as me   And I'm proud 'cause he ain't fuckin' round in the streets   The fans love the old school sound that I bring   You like jab-work, I pound on the beat   And bein' from Pittsburgh they sayin' they concerned   With tryna make a lame 'cause my sound is unique   I love when a nigga talk down, think it's sweet   You couldn't play me if you was acting and seeing   The haters can't see 'em, the money's in the way like traffic   Pistolvania is straight action   I'm from the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)   Where niggaz ain't workin jobs   They only option is to hustle   They feel like they gotta get it   Not all about it then fuck you   You ain't someone that I grew up with   So why you think I would trust you?   Real talk like a dictionary   They say life's a bitch, I'm married   And we make love, she fuck other niggaz tho   Can't keep up, you haters to slow, oh      Yea budy   That's how it is   That's it, that's all   Hahahaha, yea bitch   OK, hahaha