These niggas'll change on you I can't keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me Now they hate everything I do I can’t help but win, I’m a winner, nigga, you changed on me All I'm hearing is Jimmy want my shit to flop Dre don't care if

I'm going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time I'm gone So when they call my number, I don't never pick up I don't owe

Take our cars, now we gotta take the train Hood niggas takin' chains, slave master take our names Man they can't fuck with the light They can't stop the shine They can't fuck with the light, hell nah the boy's that bright Even if you take away my life,

16 bars, no filler Man wanna end my career I see bare fuckboys, no killers Thinking you're big, I'm bigger Think my white friends can say nigga? And I'll stand here like that's jigga?

When 16 ain't enough It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea 16 bars ain't enough! How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse? You know, so many different levels, when 16 ain't

Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane On a choppa rant I think I'm 'bout to lose it man In the trap still countin' change Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

Turn them heaadphones up To my man Nigga no, yo I kick that progress and to that dumb nigga god bless I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit Now you rock the best scared to death while you walkin Fuckin up the talkin we straight up New

Look at me, look at me Realest shit you niggas ever seen Some things you have to see for yourself Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes You niggas still can't afford Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate Just to rattle my cage, so much shit

I know perfect timing feels like I'm too late Check me out And I know I'm still great in spite of my mistakes You know it's authentic, every rhyme I say My only regret is I made niggas wait See, ain't too many like us, we like vintage Bape And I don't

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this