Ambition

[Verse: D'Shaun]

Fuck what

I been tryna get paid somen Cray girl
Know what I'm saying girl?
Make bank
On some first and fifteen girl

I need it all
Cuss my niggas got needs now
I'll hold you up
If you always hold me down

And a nigga been
Tryna chase dreams too
So I beseech you
Show me what that thing do

City on my back
Tryna be the one that breakthrough
When they see you out
It's all love but they hate you

Niggas was niggas
All them niggas all missing
Maybe I was too focused
Maybe my shit was the issue

I been busy contemplating
A nigga decision making
I been focused on the real
I'm too real for the faking

But fuck it
This what we made of
A nigga shoes laced up
Out here tryna ball
I need a raise no pay cuts

Know a pretty girl
Face down in the lace front
Nigga make her blush
Like a lighter shade of makeup

This time around
I need a lot more than last time
Teller good game
Then I smack her on the back side

_____ got that act right
If niggas cannot act right
Out here flipping raps
Nigga tryna get his cash right

Sipping on the slow
All my niggas live the fast life
I just do this shit
Like I did it in a past life

[Hook]

I'ma hustle, flip it, stack it, get it
She gone do the do just for a nigga
We gone get it all we on a wave
Fuck what, fuck what, haters gotta say

I'ma hustle, flip it, stack it, get it
She gone do the do just for a nigga
We gone get it all we on a wave
Fuck what, fuck what

I been tryna get paid something Cray girl
(x3)

[Hook]

Look

I'ma hustle, flip it, stack it, get to it
Used to play my cousin Saga Genesis
When I start the engine, I'ma finish em
They gone need a 100 times 10 of em

All my niggas strapped like its velcro
Used to move the pack at the Valero
Used to hit the bitch out in Tetro
Drank gone lean me to the side like Kangol

I just really, really wanna bankroll
Gotta army, finna cop the tank though
She love Jesus, she my little angel
Blow me out like birthday birthday candles

All my niggas drug dealers and vandals
All my bitches big shirts and sandals
Come see me and shop with me like Randall's
Chopper, chopper have a temper tantrum

I'm just posted proper, looking handsome
Balling on her man like a and-one
Pack came sealed up air tight like canned goods
Bust up on the scene like a handgun

Niggas need Rollie's
And hoes need extensions
My phone ring like
NBA Championships

Took a hit of the spliff
Now I'm high as a blimp
No the world is not yours
It's just me and my niggas'

It don't get no realer
A pocket a scrilla
A roll of that killer
And my bitch manila

My city got nana clips
For them guerrillas
Machine guns and techs
For your gangs and militias

I play my position
And move like a Bishop
Get love from the Bloods
All the GD's and Crips

Yo the kid been on point
Here's the point, just don't miss it
You niggas not living
The shit you be spitting but

[Hook]

[Outro]

"RRRRRRRRRRYLTY Shit
Ya know what I'm saying
My young nigga Lil said tell these niggas
We, We, We don't try we execute
Ya know what I'm saying?
And Niggas try. Niggas try
We execute
Ya know what I'm saying? Yeah"