Baby Boy

[Intro]
Yeah
This shit colossal, know what I'm sayin'?
Watch me prosper, nigga
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Verse 1]
Fuck 'em if they left, 'cause everything is alright
Pain all I felt, but shit, I'm alright
This pain never left, but I'ma be alright
This pain still there, but we gon' be alright
Grab my shovel, start diggin' (Yeah)
They weren't digging me (Swear), I can dig it (Oh yeah)
Oh now you feelin' me? (Swear), I can feel it (Swear)
They envy, I'm winnin', it's killin', no kizzy (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it

[Verse 2]
I admit it, I'm the one that did it (Yeah, yeah)
Feel likе I've been walkin' down Bleveland for a minutе
But now I ride with switches
But I can't be talkin' 'bout that type shit, that type shit right there send a nigga to penitentiary
They hate 'cause I'm from Cleveland, oops, I meant Bleveland
I'm not Quando, ain't nothin' roll, bitch, I'm bleedin'
Actin' like you throw, what you drinkin', nigga?
Give me a reason
Glocks with us and Glocks with them
Pop at us, we droppin' him
He flex, he bang, he think he gang, he come around, we robbin' him
I done hit a whole lotta licks with my partner 'dem
We done did a whole lotta shit, that's why they shoppin' here, on God
Even though I've been player, I'm talkin' 'bout been player
I can't lie like I ain't got asthma, but smoke, I inhale
I know I'm in hell
Everywhere they say the slime couldn't go, you know I went there (No cap)
We really went there
Okay, I heard the boy want smoke with me (On God)
You ain't even approach a G
He know it ain't no approachin' me
I'ma leave his ass where the roaches be
Checkmate, leave your ass right where you standin' (Crazy)
You got served, plus you know these diamonds dancin'
Lil Durk, what's happenin'?
Young Thug, what's happenin'?
Rudy, what's happenin'?
Big Boo, what's happenin'?
Droptop coupe, lookin' for who? What's brackin'?
Let's get it brackin', what's happenin'?

[Chorus]
Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it
Baby boy, no Wayne, no ceilings
Baby boy, from rags to riches
Baby boy, I had to get it
Long as they print it, baby boy gettin' it

[Verse 3]
I'm a mastermind (Yeah), look how I mastered mine
They say slow money better than no money, but I want the faster kind
Won't play with yours, so don't play with mine, you'll be a bastard dyin' (Dickhead)
Don't try
Fuck my feelings, out my feelings 'cause I'm living now
I pop shit, no wheelies now, hotboxes to millions now
From hotboxes to millions now
And that's no kinini
Back then there wasn't beef, now Shawty poppin', now they want beef with me
Free Wayne, he showed me the Trackhawk
Big Boo really showed me the traphouse
Free Tay and Clock, they showed me how to duck and pull that strap out
My dawg gone, but he still told 'em not to tap out
Damn, Rudy, why you tap out?
I was out, but now I'm back in my feelings
Feel like I gotta do a whole lotta killing
Just to get some healin', nigga
I can't lie, that shit there killed me, nigga (Oh)
I'ma make 'em feel it, nigga
It's better livin' soon
It's better livin' soon
It's better livin' soon
I'm talkin' 'bout soon
I hope it's soon

[Outro]
I say better livin', better livin', better livin', better livin'
For all us
I'm talkin' 'bout all us