Hook: Who what of ever thought I’ll be the the goat I’m only 22 niggas still tryna catch up and I’m dam near through bitch ima big crip all I see is blue i be blessing niggas like they said hut-chu Bitch we popping out with tools we the fix it crew bullets ripping through yo flesh u see the exit whoond leave his ass fresh layed out call u vegetable yeah I can fuck one bitch but I prefer two if I pull up in a coop I prefer no roof I know u probably prefer to to talk I prefer to shoot if the the bitch give good had I might a pay a few if we talking heads I done bust a few we left holes in the boy like a fluke I done cooking niggas I guess the meal through u feed them they still bite yo hand just like dogs do before I walked I had to craw to I seen my cuzzins makeing money I wanna ball to to like I’m willing to risk it all to but niggas don’t understand u gotta take care of your roots befor I step on shit I lace my boots