Real talk, true story (uh huh)
No nuts, no glory (uh uh)
You know what I'm saying? (Real talk)
Hey dog (yeah yeah)
I'm a tell you like this
[Chorus]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed n***** ain't 'bout s***
I'll take yo' broad, I can f*** yo' b****
Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no s***
Every chance I get, big money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can f*** yo' b****
Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get, every chance I get
They say it's lonely at the top, but I don't feel lonely
Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phony
Ain't another n**** colder, cribs all over
Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola
I'm exceeding expectations, you barely meeting quota
I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking soda
You said I ain't Zone One, n**** ha, that's a funny one
I'm King like my three year-old, Major like my youngest son
Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm getting (guap)
Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get 'em"
Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison
And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion
Listen, Grand Hustle, best respect this vision
My records sell about a million, but s*** that just the beginning
What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division
Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division
Break bread, StreetCred dot com making a killing
Plus "A King of Oneself," high fashion, I'm flashing
I'm, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know
Put d*** up in whoever hoe, let 'em know
[Chorus]
I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far
Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far
Brag about your lil' Benz, n**** that ain't no car
I got some s*** in my garage that requires a chauffeur
High as gas is, the country at war and people are starving
And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari's, r*****ed, huh?
Sorry bruh, been a d*** that been balling since it started up
Season hoe, get 'em all to f*** cause they know this dough stack tall as f***
Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much
Least I could do it, not rub it in n***** face so much
So I'm trying now while I'm rhyming not to brag about the island
Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in
House is wide open, we could bring the outside in
I think you should hear about it, but f*** it I'll be quiet
I just spit it how I live it homie I don't be lyin'
Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die?
If I made less money, started to dress b**my
Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me?
Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Naw how about I don't and we just say I did, n****
[Chorus]
Hey say homeboy
It's real talk coming at you live and direct homeboy, you dig that?
Heh, you could hate all you want partner
I'm a give you something to hate on, b**** n****
Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo' m************ thing as usual
Hey, hey look, P-S-C partner, Pimp Squad Click
Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie
It's the king, b****!
Yeah, they say I ain't Zone One, b**** n****
My grand-mama been living on Center Hill forty three years, hoe-a** n****
You understand that? n**** come meet me n****
See me n****! You know?
Why n***** gotta wait 'til a n**** got the police watching you
And start kickin' that f*** s***, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was n****
You know you don't wanna see me, b**** n****!
Yeah!
Hey
[Chorus]
No nuts, no glory (uh uh)
You know what I'm saying? (Real talk)
Hey dog (yeah yeah)
I'm a tell you like this
[Chorus]
Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed n***** ain't 'bout s***
I'll take yo' broad, I can f*** yo' b****
Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no s***
Every chance I get, big money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can f*** yo' b****
Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get, every chance I get
They say it's lonely at the top, but I don't feel lonely
Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phony
Ain't another n**** colder, cribs all over
Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola
I'm exceeding expectations, you barely meeting quota
I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking soda
You said I ain't Zone One, n**** ha, that's a funny one
I'm King like my three year-old, Major like my youngest son
Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm getting (guap)
Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get 'em"
Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison
And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion
Listen, Grand Hustle, best respect this vision
My records sell about a million, but s*** that just the beginning
What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division
Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division
Break bread, StreetCred dot com making a killing
Plus "A King of Oneself," high fashion, I'm flashing
I'm, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know
Put d*** up in whoever hoe, let 'em know
[Chorus]
I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far
Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far
Brag about your lil' Benz, n**** that ain't no car
I got some s*** in my garage that requires a chauffeur
High as gas is, the country at war and people are starving
And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari's, r*****ed, huh?
Sorry bruh, been a d*** that been balling since it started up
Season hoe, get 'em all to f*** cause they know this dough stack tall as f***
Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much
Least I could do it, not rub it in n***** face so much
So I'm trying now while I'm rhyming not to brag about the island
Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in
House is wide open, we could bring the outside in
I think you should hear about it, but f*** it I'll be quiet
I just spit it how I live it homie I don't be lyin'
Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die?
If I made less money, started to dress b**my
Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me?
Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Naw how about I don't and we just say I did, n****
[Chorus]
Hey say homeboy
It's real talk coming at you live and direct homeboy, you dig that?
Heh, you could hate all you want partner
I'm a give you something to hate on, b**** n****
Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo' m************ thing as usual
Hey, hey look, P-S-C partner, Pimp Squad Click
Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie
It's the king, b****!
Yeah, they say I ain't Zone One, b**** n****
My grand-mama been living on Center Hill forty three years, hoe-a** n****
You understand that? n**** come meet me n****
See me n****! You know?
Why n***** gotta wait 'til a n**** got the police watching you
And start kickin' that f*** s***, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was n****
You know you don't wanna see me, b**** n****!
Yeah!
Hey
[Chorus]