Hit After Hit lyrics

Riding in the jungle, n*gga I'm a beast. Ion know too much but I know one thing that we gone eat. ??? Breakfast, lunch and dinner. P came and got me out the trap he knew I was a real one. Who want smoke I kill them, Who want beef with gorilla. Paralyzed to the f*ck n*ggas don't wanna feel them. From trap to rap for real, I was trapping I had my second deal like boy you gotta chill, you gotta mil you need to cool for real. Trapping all rapping, wrapping all packing. I bet I do some shows and flip some packages with the backend. Cause a million ain't enough I got 5 kids they need they own meals, I never let em struggle or do the sh*t they daddy did. Imma pave the way, trapping made a way, I'm in the booth right now, but I done served some J's today. I got bills to pay, and them b*tches ain't gone pay they self, and I'll be damn if I let a label put me on the shelf. I'm talking hit after hit, that boy he don't miss. And when I dropped that "Add it Up" they like who had him p*ssed. Man I wasn't even p*ssed, I had to let these n*ggas know who was really having sh*t, I made them b*tches check the score (Add it up)