Hold on, hold on (alright)
This my new shit right here, let me show you
All I got, need a lot more
Don't got a key to get in this locked door
All I got, more than I had
Bought all, so I barely put a dime in the bag
All I need, a step over comfortable
Bill Cosby dough, vodka to Huxtable
Amen, I'm famous and untouchable
The underground understand the dough undetuctable (whoa)
Watching Good Times was troublesome
Watching niggas broke like me, I had to bubble something
Get chewy, I'm starting to feel like I'm bubblegum (woo)
Starting to feel like-
And I don't got no ice, all I got is clout
And all I do is raise the prices up in the drought
And I don't got no friends, all I got is co-workers
With Mac-10s that'll slide you down like soul searchers
And no purpose, jokesters and clowns
And I ain't got no circus, with no money back
I don't got no reimbursements
All I got is pounds and your Sunshine Anderson lines ain't working now
Lines got broken down, yeah, niggas eyes got opened up
That's when they realized that their gods ain't slowing up
Remind myself of Chaka Khan when she was blowing up
What else?
I don't got shit, coke, weed, dope, speed
Hustle every day, all I got is coke and weed
I don't got shit, that's the reason for this song
The reason why I rob you, .38 long, 1212-Skinnys
58 longs, 120, 510s, weed in a bong
Whatchu want, eighteen-half of a jar?
I don't got four and a half to last to tomorrow
I don't got a damn thing
Damn watch, damn ring
I am the stars, no raps, same bars
War scars, open gates, more bars
Speak from the heart, young boy large
Youngin you can eat with me or you can starve
You don't got shit except the vodka in the bar
I don't got shot, 'cause there's fuck up in the heart
Go man, old me, c'mon, boy, c'mon
That shit hard right there
Thank you, just doing my job, just doing my job
