CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Free Peezy
N***a, I just be sh*t talkin', I'm bad at rappin'
(David Wesson)
And I gotta be myself, I'm bad at actin'
Alright, alright, ayy
When I first met Big P, I was crack sellin'
He told?me?sell?dope or just?rap, stop half?steppin'
But I wasn't makin' money off the rap, so I laughed at him
Bought some dope and caught a fed case, kinda a**-backwards
You still talkin' 'bout a hundred K, boy, that ain't money
P came home like f**k the Morton, one lines of red go for eight hundred
Ghetto Boy piece cost eight racks, can you pay it for me?
He said, "N***a, you could buy ten of 'em, just go say somethin'"
Meanin' go to the studio and rap, n***a
Then h? pulled out a bookbag with eighty racks in it
He told m? if you got a catalog, then you can stack money
He ain't have to sell an OJ, he just rap for it
First day I met P was at the gas station
He like, "You hard and I can get your a** some mad paper"
But I ain't listen, went back to the block and started bag chasin'
I love this rappin' sh*t, but my first pa**ion was drag racin'
I only met the n***a twice, but he a real n***a
That made it easier for me to sign a deal with him
I'm a rapper now, two years ago, I was a pill flipper
Steady addin' to my catalog, I'm tryna build, n***a
Ghetto Boyz for life until I die, and that's the way it is
Still reppin' Real Money Counter, free that n***a Ben
Grinded hard for everything I got, we ain't need a BIN
P told me with this rappin' sh*t, you don't need friends
If I got it, my whole team gon' get a plate (Ghetto Boy)
Never had my hand out, I'ma make it shake (I'ma make it shake)
Hellcats back to back, f**k around and race (Skrrt)
N***as talk a lot of sh*t, but never to my face (Huh?)
A four of Wockhardt to the face (Yeah)
Put up numbers in the Mil', it was me and Face (Babyface)
Put on all my chains and locked the city up (We tourin')
How you stackin' and you never put a fifty up? (Lame)
Grown man paper, you a lil' kid (Go away)
Check my stats to go see all the sh*t that I did (Go check)
You can never f**k with me if you don't own a crib (Yeah)
Winnin' ten years straight, you would think this sh*t is rigged (Run it)
B*t*h, I'm up a half a ticket and I put that on my kids (Lougram)
You can catch me walkin' down 6 Mile with a beater on
Left Flanders with a heater on me, walked to Cedar Grove
Down in the D by myself with a pita roll
Ordered food at Coney Town and sold a brick 'fore the pita was gone
Shot an opp n***a with a cannon like it's B-roll
I'm finna start snatchin' n***as chain until Big P home
In the Chi' on Michigan Ave with some P-Stones
I don't f**k with the bougie b*t*hes, I like cheap hoes
Six chains at one time, bust watch to go blind
Two watches on, still never on time
Expensive-a** drop you can never find
Free Peezy, know ballin' ain't a crime
N***a, free Peezy, we on the wintertime grind
I let y'all drive them 'Cats in the summer, wintertime mine
Rolls-Royce truck or Bentayga, which one I'm buyin'?
Glock 45 and a 23, which one I'm firin'?
30K on my first kit, P'll be proud of me
Flint Town n***a, but I know for sure the Mile love me
Twenty 'bows of A1 on the way, I know the loud musty
B*t*h love my d**k, she'll wash my dirty towels for me
Givenchy shirt cost a n***a rent money (Two racks)
Never hated, always told n***as get money (Real talk)
Big guns, you ain't takin' sh*t from me (Never)
I bet I stack triple more than n***as spent money (Lougram)
(David Wesson)
And I gotta be myself, I'm bad at actin'
Alright, alright, ayy
When I first met Big P, I was crack sellin'
He told?me?sell?dope or just?rap, stop half?steppin'
But I wasn't makin' money off the rap, so I laughed at him
Bought some dope and caught a fed case, kinda a**-backwards
You still talkin' 'bout a hundred K, boy, that ain't money
P came home like f**k the Morton, one lines of red go for eight hundred
Ghetto Boy piece cost eight racks, can you pay it for me?
He said, "N***a, you could buy ten of 'em, just go say somethin'"
Meanin' go to the studio and rap, n***a
Then h? pulled out a bookbag with eighty racks in it
He told m? if you got a catalog, then you can stack money
He ain't have to sell an OJ, he just rap for it
First day I met P was at the gas station
He like, "You hard and I can get your a** some mad paper"
But I ain't listen, went back to the block and started bag chasin'
I love this rappin' sh*t, but my first pa**ion was drag racin'
I only met the n***a twice, but he a real n***a
That made it easier for me to sign a deal with him
I'm a rapper now, two years ago, I was a pill flipper
Steady addin' to my catalog, I'm tryna build, n***a
Ghetto Boyz for life until I die, and that's the way it is
Still reppin' Real Money Counter, free that n***a Ben
Grinded hard for everything I got, we ain't need a BIN
P told me with this rappin' sh*t, you don't need friends
If I got it, my whole team gon' get a plate (Ghetto Boy)
Never had my hand out, I'ma make it shake (I'ma make it shake)
Hellcats back to back, f**k around and race (Skrrt)
N***as talk a lot of sh*t, but never to my face (Huh?)
A four of Wockhardt to the face (Yeah)
Put up numbers in the Mil', it was me and Face (Babyface)
Put on all my chains and locked the city up (We tourin')
How you stackin' and you never put a fifty up? (Lame)
Grown man paper, you a lil' kid (Go away)
Check my stats to go see all the sh*t that I did (Go check)
You can never f**k with me if you don't own a crib (Yeah)
Winnin' ten years straight, you would think this sh*t is rigged (Run it)
B*t*h, I'm up a half a ticket and I put that on my kids (Lougram)
You can catch me walkin' down 6 Mile with a beater on
Left Flanders with a heater on me, walked to Cedar Grove
Down in the D by myself with a pita roll
Ordered food at Coney Town and sold a brick 'fore the pita was gone
Shot an opp n***a with a cannon like it's B-roll
I'm finna start snatchin' n***as chain until Big P home
In the Chi' on Michigan Ave with some P-Stones
I don't f**k with the bougie b*t*hes, I like cheap hoes
Six chains at one time, bust watch to go blind
Two watches on, still never on time
Expensive-a** drop you can never find
Free Peezy, know ballin' ain't a crime
N***a, free Peezy, we on the wintertime grind
I let y'all drive them 'Cats in the summer, wintertime mine
Rolls-Royce truck or Bentayga, which one I'm buyin'?
Glock 45 and a 23, which one I'm firin'?
30K on my first kit, P'll be proud of me
Flint Town n***a, but I know for sure the Mile love me
Twenty 'bows of A1 on the way, I know the loud musty
B*t*h love my d**k, she'll wash my dirty towels for me
Givenchy shirt cost a n***a rent money (Two racks)
Never hated, always told n***as get money (Real talk)
Big guns, you ain't takin' sh*t from me (Never)
I bet I stack triple more than n***as spent money (Lougram)
