I’m a baller I throw that I’m a hustler I blow that   Your fucking game ain’t enough Gotta put more on the table If you want rocks Man, your risking your spot   Rap isn’t about the money and the cars It’s about the lifestyle when you don’t care And you don’t stare while they see you up there Reppin’ this shit even when I was down scare   Catch it You’ll miss it Life is fast Fuck that ass   It’s wasn’t that bad She wasn’t that mad Could have let it wrap But could get more then that   This shit was late This shit was hate Fuck all those bitch I’m getting rich   Pepsi or Coke Do I look broke Homie you know I’ll take the blow   Can I count on my bros Or they’re just like the hoes Should I be my own bro Should I be my own hoe   It’s not about what it means It’s all about how it feels The beat takes you out the field My voice makes you all empty   Been ballin’ in my Porsche Leavin’ out in smoke Backseat full of hoes Fullin’ up their nose