Tax Bracket

Ain't really one of y'all fr Ain't really one of y'all fr Ain't really one of y'all fr Ain't really one of y'all fr Kicked my old hoe out my bracket and got me a new watch Used stack all the money for rainier days Now I stack it to show off Them niggas ain't my family dog They on some weird shit A witness somewhere painting a different picture Can you picture everything I fucking witnessed They ain't with you, you always can tell They never be wishing me well They ain't fuck with me up top So I congratulate myself Went through the mud and came out clean I could write a book on this I was sixteen wit a beam ye This wouldn't no rookie shit I'm in this bitch and I don't even know what to say and ain't no lie And I went put the blonde in all my dreads cause I know that I won't die I know that bitches using na Know that these niggas be watching and plotting Know that the judge can deny my bond And take away my fuckin options I still hadda close my mouth when shit went south This shit was like nawl fr And we wouldn't commiting no crimes When I looked in his eyes said we taking off fr Got in a catch 22 with a 40 cal I'm really throwed off for real I know it sound crazy but I ain't really for the cap I ain't really one of y'all fr I say pressure bust pipes but I know I'm still steel Gotta Patna who starved for life he'll prolly walk in Saks and still steal They thought I tried to buy the glass window shoppin Neiman's, Sax Fifth Uh I need that size 32 Jeans tight as hell but the blick fit Kicked my old hoe out my bracket and got me a new watch Used stack all the money for rainier days Now I stack it to show off Them niggas ain't my family dog They on some weird shit A witness somewhere painting a different picture Can you picture everything I fucking witnessed They ain't with you, you always can tell They never be wishing me well They ain't fuck with me up top So I congratulate myself Went through the mud and came out clean I could write a book on this I was sixteen wit a beam ye This wouldn't no rookie shit Shit I ain't ask for it I was chosen Came up off of grind not four leaf clovers I hadda expand it, demand got way too high Pops played with his nose he got way too high Havin some to say (dusse) no alcohol cut the mic on I walked in the club with a mug aint turnt up but i'm piped up And you can't feel my point of view cause You ain't come from poverty I still got old guns and some old girls I'll never see I know a nigga 5'11 who was gave a inch now they six feet Damn that shit fucked up Well that's just how it be Kicked my old hoe out my bracket and got me a new watch Used stack all the money for rainier days Now I stack it to show off Them niggas ain't my family dog They on some weird shit A witness somewhere painting a different picture Can you picture everything I fucking witnessed They ain't with you, you always can tell They never be wishing me well They ain't fuck with me up top So I congratulate myself Went through the mud and came out clean I could write a book on this I was sixteen wit a beam ye This wouldn't no rookie shit