I Am

Got a two-hundred box of purple 'Nother hundred coming Got a hundred box of green Going to the country Told five come get the truck And you don't owe me nothing Don't let these **** kill 'bout they dirty money Don't let these ****'s kill you 'bout no ****ing chains These people, they do anything for the fame These people, they put anything on my name But it's okay Yeah, it's okay 'Cause I am A mother****in' bottom boy survivor And this is That real shit, that raw shit, they ride to And I am The chosen one, the only one they bankin' on Then this is That real shit, that raw shit, they waiting on And if your glass want you Uh, they waiting on Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh And if your glass want you Waiting on, they waiting on, they waiting on Damn, Flip Dog, I miss ya ****, time flies I gotta keep myself busy to keep it off my mind I got a temper like my daddy You could say it's true But you know that I got that Godfather shit from you Run the streets like the mafia Go home and eat Tilapia Or baked chicken with the cream sauce This ten milli'll cut your dreams short Riding with my youngin' He got somethin' Gotta lift yo' stomach If I sing it or I sung it Best believe I done it If ya trap ain't jumpin' You should let us run it A old ****'ll get tied up If he get in the way I was born a belt boy The mafia run the game And I am A mother****in' bottom boy survivor And this is That real shit, that raw shit, they ride to And I am The chosen one, the only one they bankin' on Then this is That real shit, that raw shit, they waiting on And if your glass want you Uh, uh, uh, they waiting on Uh, uh, uh, they waitin' on And if your glass want you Uh, uh, uh, come on, come on, come on Tryna follow me home I'm in the rearview Feds have follow me 'round Deep cover shit, **** **** that other shit, **** Made a hundred this year Now, you can call my bluff Crazy as it sounds I'll break it down Made a fifty on the road Doing shows selling clothes Made a five in the spot Selling exotic bowls Made a dub middle manning Kanye for the low Now add a dub to that number that I told you before They in the club throwing ones But I can't get with it I'm in the office planning, talking I'm going for the business Cuz screaming out belt Snatch the streets by the britches Get right or get left These **** know the business Sweet loyalty to the Don is strong Mind if it ain't Corson? Then they gotta bury Corson He was the best guy around What about the people he murdered? What murder?