Success

[Intro]
Yeah, they don't even know
What a young nigga got to go through to get to where he at
Uh
But I feel like I'm destined (Uh)
I feel like I'ma be successful with something

[Verse 1]
My name ring in jail and I ain't even been
The state and the system hold all my friends
Free my brother, they movin' him again
Too many fights, too many wins
I know I ain't perfect, I pay for my sins
Sayin' my prayers, then I gas up the Benz
I don't want no problems, so come get your mans
He think he want this problem, this ain't what it is
I'm slidin' in traffic with new F&N's
Condo' relaxing, just me and a ten
She tеllin' me stories how she wanna livе
It's matching up with everything that I've got to give
Might hit Miami, go crazy, get lit
Pop the Rosé, I just want to live
When I touch down, where the straps at?
It's too much money on my fuckin' neck, uh

[Chrous]
How you want respect? I demand it, easy
Hit a bad bitch from the back, got her queefing
Pockets got bad cholesterol, they cheesing
Sippin' on plenty Wockhardt, got me wheezing
R.I.P. to all the young niggas I knew
Got to thank God death ain't hit my crew
It almost did a few times, I'm blessed
I guess I'm really here for the success

[Verse 2]
I guess a young nigga really up next, you know me, I don't need no ID
Fake niggas want to link just to say we speak
Real niggas hold it down, you could say that's me
In the city where they bang, I ain't talkin' 'bout Keef
If niggas coming, plenty smoke like the vape pen free
Heard you mistreat your dogs, they be begging to eat
They heard that money in your mattress, they gon' put you to sleep
Allegations on his name, he ain't hangin' with me
You can keep the fake love, stay away from me
We the clean up crew, keep a maid with me
Don't know about them other letters, keep a K with me
Only in it for the money, what's the fame for me?
But I wouldn't mind having Kim K with me
Wouldn't mind fuckin' with a little Kimberly
Might show her how a young nigga really do, uh

[Chrous]
How you want respect? I demand it, easy
Hit a bad bitch from the back, got her queefing
Pockets got bad cholesterol, they cheesing
Sippin' on plenty Wockhardt, got me wheezing
R.I.P. to all the young niggas I knew
Got to thank God death ain't hit my crew
It almost did a few times, I'm blessed
I guess I'm really here for the success