Album: XII/XII (12 For 12) (2016)Rambo (Freestyle)Aw man fuck that shit I been with it
I been grindin' from the sun up to sun down for Mississippi
On the late night, ain't much more that you could tell me
Ain't much that I ain't sold that you could sell me
Out of the kitchen I'm whippin' something to change up
Callin' up the radio only for them to hang up
Frustration boilin', I harbor and let it linger
Hit the booth in Vernon, refuge from all the anger
Goddamn, when I'm on, they gotta pay up
Every motherfuckin' pawn that I weigh up
Roaches in our hotel, I gotta stay up
One day, God gon' answer my prayers
Angels watch over me in my city
In case a hater want my place, come get it
I never wanted more than I needed, just try to maintain
Make a couple plays and show my brothers the same thing
Ride clean even if it was a plain Jane
I used to be on foot trynna chase change
A milla dead, get me through the trenches
A pack of ramen noodles, Faygo drank ain't for feelin'
But fuck it, if the next step is beggin' for a biscuit
In the soup line of the church house kitchen
I put the pieces together, lo and behold
I know the game's a rabbit hole but how far does it go?
To the money, perhaps
Financial freedom is far from the trap
Far from the "fuck you's" and fraudulent daps
Far from the city, you might need a map, to get where I'm at
The only time you ever see me drop a pen
Long as there's breath in my lungs, I keep goin' in
Long as I'm livin', make the mark, I be outta ten
Forever multi to the very end
I'm a paper chaser, I got my stock up high, remainin' a G
'Til the moment I expire, I know what it is
I keep it Southern when I'm bustin', I handle my biz
It's multi or it's nothin'
I'm a paper chaser, I got my stock up high, remainin' a G
'Til the moment I expire, I know what it is
I keep it Southern when I'm bustin', I handle my biz
It's multi or it's nothin'
I'm a paper chaser, I got my stock up high, remainin' a G
'Til the moment I expire, I know what it is
I keep it Southern when I'm bustin', I handle my biz
It's multi or it's nothin'
I'm a paper chaser, I got my stock up high, remainin' a G
'Til the moment I expire, I know what it is
I keep it Southern when I'm bustin', I handle my biz
It's multi or it's nothin'
