Dmac on the fucking track
I just wanna ball and ball on God
I just wanna
Mm mm mmm yeah
I just wanna ball and ball on God
All my niggas out here doing fraud
Set the mic im pressing on record
I be going hard on gang on God
Telling all my homies to put me on
Niggs don't even mind won't pick my call
Niggs don't even mind won't pick my call
Niggs don't even mind won't pick my call
That's how shit changed
Buy my own tuts I'm grinding in my own lane
Grinding hard till I cash out go get new a chain
Couple new chains for all them times that I felt pain
Only thing I know is grinding that's on every day
Pour libations for the ones I lost that's on everything
So much money coming prayed to God that I don't lose myself
'Fending myself from the poverty I can't lose my belt
Came a long way I'm from the Mud I got stories to tell
Pull up in a Rover or Mercedes living like a boss
Trigger finger itchy everyday try me we gon buss
Shout out to the homie Sly Force I swear you dey force
RK in a Range check the score he on fuckn top
This ain't no competition we just winning be fighting our past
Put a couple diamonds on my neck feeling overboard
Parked a beast outside imma hop in you gon hear it roar
Imma get on top that's on God imma get on top
Imma get on fucking top
Aye