I Y KY K

My nigga, they know me
I aint have to sell my soul
To tell em who I am (For real)
Been a lot of things, but I wont be broke again
I gotta thank God for the way he let me live
Swimmin pool with a crib, shit, it is what it is
They mad I got it out the mud
I kept it player from the jump
It aint on me, bitch, its in me, oh
Its always somethin up my sleeve
Keep some hoes on a leash
If you know, then you know, oh
I aint got shit to prove, no, no
Energy the same in a group when Im solo
Look, they dont make em like this no more
Shit, I been ten toes and your bitch been chose
Better recognize a nigga like me (Me)
Cause it aint likely (Nah)
For me to ever let you slight me
I been down and bounced back nicely
The six-pack, white t, buss down, ice sheets
Ooh, they big mad (Big mad)
I aint have to sell my soul to get that big bag (Check)
I made my presence known, nigga, quick fast (Fast)
I never press the issue, Ima kickback (Chillin)
But you best believe Im comin for that kickback
My nigga, they know me
I aint have to sell my soul
To tell em who I am (For real)
Been a lot of things, but I wont be broke again
I gotta thank God for the way he let me live
Swimmin pool with a crib, shit, it is what it is
They mad I got it out the mud
I kept it player from the jump
It aint on me, bitch, its in me, oh
Its always somethin up my sleeve
Keep some hoes on a leash
If you know, then you know, oh
Uh, them bus rides from the East to the Westside (West)
Couldnt get this quality on-screen at a Best Buy
I let them jets fly, use to crush on Left Eye
Life was just too good to be true and then my Chef died
RIP my cousin B, that was my road dog (RIP)
Now he aint gon be present when we at roll call (Roll call)
I shed tears, but I know he watchin above me (He watchin)
Words was always hittin the spot for me, it was ugly (Ah-hum)
How they speakin, seen em cryin
When I bite back (Bite back)
Where I grew up, if they swing
You better fight back (You better fight back )
Shots fired kept me up and aint no nightcaps (No night)
Dont judge a book by the cover, yall know me like that
My nigga, they know me
I aint have to sell my soul
To tell em who I am (For real)
Been a lot of things, but I wont be broke again
I gotta thank God for the way he let me live
Swimmin pool with a crib, shit, it is what it is
They mad I got it out the mud
I kept it player from the jump
It aint on me, bitch, its in me, oh
Its always something up my sleeve
Keep some hoes on a leash
If you know, then you know, oh