On Some sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
(KCG, boy, you killin' 'em)

[Verse 1]
I hate when them blue hundred fresh out the bank
Goin' through some real sh*t, got me lookin' for drank
My lil' n*gga a demon, his mama think he a saint
Getting too hot for a rental, so we gon' hop on a freight
n*gga, you was chillin' at the crib, we was all down the way
Knowin' we hot, crossin' state lines on Michigan plates
And, n*gga, get that bread, do whatever it take
How would I look comin' home with no food on my plate?
Chain rose gold, they cost sixty, Rollie plain cost fifty
Yeah, I know the streets get tricky, I be with the slime chillin'
Yeah, I'm a rapper, but I'm still in thе slums with a buck-fifty
If I ain't got my gun in the club, you get buck-fifty
Pull up with your trunk in the front, pull off quickly
I'm tirеd of being humble, man, these n*ggas can't f*ck with me
Amiris on, every pocket got a bankroll
Headshot, D.O.A., n*gga, case closed

[Chorus]
I was the type to get some money and just blow my sh*t
Now sh*t changed, n*gga, now it's ownership
Pass the sh*t to my kids, let 'em own some sh*t
So they can run around and say they daddy, he was on some sh*t
I was the type to get some money and just blow my sh*t
Now sh*t changed, n*gga, now it's ownership
Pass the sh*t to my kids, let 'em own some sh*t
So they can run around and say they daddy, he was on some sh*t
[Verse 2]
Lock up two, three states, fill up two, three safes
Did it in two days, n*ggas know how we play
Back and forth down the way, touch down, pick up cake
Safe and sound, then we pour up cups, smoke some MIA
You ain't seen my face in a minute, I been MIA
The only place a n*gga bump into me is the interstate
I remember times I ain't feed myself, but everybody ate
Frowning deep down, but it's a smile on everybody face
A lot of n*ggas talk, but they ain't got no credentials
f*cked the club up and paid for the incidentals
The whips ain't tinted, but they ain't no rentals
And them b*tches gone before the migo even get to send 'em

[Chorus]
I was the type to get some money and just blow my sh*t
Now sh*t changed, n*gga, now it's ownership
Pass the sh*t to my kids, let 'em own some sh*t
So they can run around and say they daddy, he was on some sh*t