Niggas tell me that I made it
Old girl gave it up like I knew she would
You ain't swing like I knew you would
On that fake shit, that's a Whoopie Cushion
He ain't gettin' whoopings
I could tell, crabs in the bucket, if I fall
They hatin' on Jesus, I ain't trippin', oh
Well i'm just tryna live, word to bond
Swipe it like a Visa, catch me if you cheetah
I am great, nice to meet ya
On my toes like a ballerina
I ain't never lie, killin' everythin' movin'
Mr homicide mr dinner Date, Mr my Guy
But right now I'm at an all-time high
I shine like a gold tooth
I'm suttin' like Shaftman (Remember me?)
Yeah, body-body like P in '97, man
Y'all niggas out here lookin' like Terry, ayy
Y'all niggas out here lookin' like
Made peace with the past, hello future
Can't look back, no time for that
Waitin' on a miracle, you can't do that
You gotta go and get it like a pick up order
Ay i woke up out in California
My Cali chick like, "Good mornin'"
Food cooked, weed rolled for me
I just laugh 'cause I think it's funny
Everybody love you when they think
That you gettin' money ayy (Ayy, ayy)
I can't wait to ball, like a badass kid
And she got somethin' on, tell her
Hit it on the first night, I never call
Rockin' chains 'stead of weddin' ring
Stretch him out like a limousine
They don't want the cake like Anna Mae
I am here to stay, I put that on everythin'
(Ha) , I put that on everythin'
I put that on everythin', I'm here to stay
Bitch, I put that on everythin'
I put that on everythin', bitch
Me and the crew sippin' brews
Steady skippin' school (School)
Never trusted no one, so we tuck a 22 (Bah)
Fuck 'em 'til they mouths drool (Woo)
That's how a young mo'fucker from The Land do
I mean a young mo'fucker from the Land too
Trill, too real (Uh, uh) , too ill (yeah)
Excuse me if I do not do it for the camera
(Woo) bitch, I grew up in the jungle
I'm fuckin' bananas (What?)
My gorillas with me and my dealer with me
With fifty pounds of the sticky icky
Straight from Boogie Boys in the Windy City
Pity, pity these motherfuckas smokin' bunk
I light a J and kill a verse
Put that shit in the trunk back in Shaker
Used to kill 'em on the table a ton
Bet a couple dollars you could lose
Fuck a rest, still chase cheese (What?)
Always make the motherfucker money
Never let the money make me, bitch
Young Gunner, salute when you see me
I live what I'm rappin', for real
You just do it for TV, believe me
(Ayy) my hands bulimic, throwin' up L's
Those fans deleted wack rappers
Used to walk up to the dairy market
Cop a gram from the five for my homie in bail
Still 357 under the front of my belt
Now my album is sellin' off the
Fuckin' front of the shelves
Motherfucker made it, what a revolution
Let me educate the students
You couldn't measure my ground
With eighty-million rulers i do this, shh
You could try me if you want and be foolish
That means that everyone else loses
Guaranteed you'll recoup it
Name a rapper that I haven't influenced
Oh oh, I put that on everythin'
I put that on everythin' (216)
I put that on everythin' (Young Gunner)
Ha, I put that on everythin'
I put that on everythin', EST 4 Life
And I put that on everythin', bitch
I put that on everythin', bitch