Ahaa! Ready or not, here I come y’all
It’s yo boy chri$
Ready or not let’s steer it up
Fix your plate don’t give it up
Chase that cash, put some speed it up
Don’t shake hands, n#gg#s wanna clear it up
Star shinning on you, choosing friends it’s on you
Spreading lies on you, party all day eyes on you
Moving slowly but sure, street full of black roses
More fake, more hate and you never saw where I’m coming
Street full of gun smoking, get rid of em girls whooping
And take it far I’m outta hood, and not groupies
Don’t check your rollie already, you already know the time
Fake smiles can’t lie, real eyes ain’t blind
Tryna cook some prime, ain’t nobody slow me down
Ain’t nobody slow me down, me and my n#gg#s ain’t clowns
Been through a lot
And still chasing for my crown
All the trenches, empty fits, I never stopped
Now my n#gg#s saying, Oh wow!
Lotta commas and my mama is so proud
We keep it real, we keep it OG
My clique and my God all eyes on me
Lotta commas what they see
Lotta commas what they see
Lotta commas all of me
Commas and commas, I aim for the top on the daily
When these snitches, they plotting to play me
Swerve em, ski ski head to Mbezi
Brr! brr! the plug on my payroll
Skrr! skrr! I pull up, I go slow
Unajua nini about struggles?
I flex on ‘em when I get a big check homie
Killing like a savage, I’m above 21, under 25, so I’m early for the party
They calling me Roddy, Ricch
I’m above it, the ceiling your hottest rapper set I pass
Chill like a possum, I’m awesome, I know it
You told me go faster, I slow it
I want you to hear me and listen
Pull it out and eject, make sure you are set ugh
Never hanging with that side, green grass yote ipo huku man (ipo huku)
Never let a bum n#gg# get you down, you dont wanna ever lose you man
Nobody is perfect, f#ck the illusion, nobody is perfect man
Yeah, lets blaze it
DB! Ugh!
I put the class first, then I pulled up with a first class GPA
Rich n#gg# in my DNA
b#tch n#gg# please stay away
Allday everyday, n#gg# you know we tryna get paid
You’ll catch me at Sinza, n#gg# that’s synonymous to LA
Lil b#tch’s worth went up after she started using cosmetics
I beat the p#ss# up, call the medics
Energy is high, call it Kinetics
But for real, look at the gang
Look at the games that we play
Dangerous games, not for the lame
You should be ashamed to compare yourself to anyone from the gang
Damn it!
Been through a lot
And still chasing for my crown
All the trenches, empty fits, I never stopped
Now my n#gg#s saying, Oh wow!
Lotta commas and my mama is so proud
We keep it real, we keep it OG
My clique and my God all eyes on me
Lotta commas what they see
Lotta commas what they see
Lotta commas all of me
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