[Intro]
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
[Verse 1]
Uh, tell the preacher I'm sorry for all the sh*t I did (Yeah)
Would love to f*ck you twice, but b*tch, you too sensitive (Yeah)
I’m used to spreading love, but n*ggas too negative
I'm never choking
They love to talk, but they never focus
I got my own company, I ain't never votin’
I need a topic for this all because the camera's rolling
So now I'm up in the hills, and I got money to spill
Still rolling with my n*ggas, still, this music sh*t inks
Now they saying that I changed it, I ain't even copped the races
So's that, the money makes n*ggas turn mad
Tryna reach me but I'm too far ahead
Lotta sh*t on my mind, but still, f*ck it, I'm glad
I'm twenty years old, and I don’t depend on my dad
Reached the pinnacle
n*ggas lacking confidence, they can’t look in the mirror though
Smokin' all this bud, ah, it got a n*gga spiritual
Never heard about me, still, they’re screaming all my lyrics yo
You see, I beat the game, and ain't nothing changed
Vibing to the rhythm, 'bout to do it again
My momma's feeding, making pizza, and she give me the bread
Give a f*ck about these rappers, ’cause these n*ggas is lame
Money, pus*y, drugs, sh*t, what is the topic again?
I go from city to city, I'm 'bout to sleep on a plane
Look at these people in the crowd, man, they yelling my name
Took a trip to the States, now everything 'bout to change
[Chorus]
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)
[Verse 2]
Uh, so back and forth we go
I used to be so broke, I almost sold that blow
Just tryna get that dough
Was tryna paint a little picture of a money-making n*gga
But I had to be patient
It's cool, I was a piece of trash
Tryna make this money fast (Money)
The newspaper writing sh*t about my music fast
Well, here's a picture of my di*k to make the visual last (Yeah)
I had to ditch my old manager, he stil in cash (Woah)
Interviews, and f*cking in the views
And if these n*ggas talking lot, then I'll just hit the snooze
They claim that I ain't sh*t, but still, they watch my moves
And I've been opening doors for n*ggas, have you seen the news?
So many b*tches on my di*k, see I just pick and choose (Yeah)
I ain't been home for a week, I had to pay my dues
See, I go off for this sh*t, I smoke a pound with my b*tch
I took a trip to the States, I had to figure some sh*t
Came stocked now, 'til a n*gga rich as a b*tch
These n*ggas never been my friends, they push me off of that cliff
She rode a mile on that di*k
I can't wait 'til I spend a little check on my wrist
What's the problem with these n*ggas? They suspicious as sh*t
Nothing but love for these people that's supporting my sh*t
I told my n*ggas never worry, man we 'bout to get rich
Wanna forget about the past, that's why I smoke and I sip
And only God can judge a n*gga, so don't be bugging my sh*t
[Chorus]
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)
[Outro: Excerpt From The Basketball Diaries]
"You ready? Listen, I forgot to tell you - don't tell the other guys, but when we leave here, I have a surprise for you."
"Tell me what it is!"
"It's a surprise, trust me, all right?"
"Ow, don't mess around man!
"Alright, you ready?"
"Come on, man."
"Alright, ready? Let's jump. On three. You ready?"
"Uh huh."
One, two, three.