Ever Since

(Verse 1)

Minnesota where I’m from
With my wolves like Tyus Jones
Bitches blowing up my iPhone
I don’t pick ‘cause I’m tired of em
Money stack about a mile long
Weed smell about a mile long
People snakes I had to mow the lawn
Me and fake don’t go along
Y’all weak what’s going on?
I don’t ever see the competition
I don’t ever play your shit and listen
I already know it sounds depressing
High as space I’m on another level
If he ain’t winning he the opposition
Never had it so i had to get it
Now the money growing like an adolescent
I look like an Uber, the hoes wanna hop in the ride when i pull up
He say he gon’ run up whenever he see me i know he not gonna
You would’ve seen this was coming but you chose to hate on the come up
Say what you wanna, I keep it hundred, I got the whole summer
Locked down already yea y’all done fucked up
Bruce Lee with some Louie nunchucks
Bout to throw these rappers in a dump truck
This shit don’t happen by luck
You work but it ain't hard enough
You rap but it ain't hard enough
Before they get me started up

(Chorus)

I’ma roll one, I’ma smoke one ‘til im lit
Got an iPhone fulla miscalls from a bitch
Who i met at the club i was drunker than a bitch
Swear i only hit it once, she been calling ever since
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
She been on it ever since
Hit it once she been on it ever since
Soon as I knew I had it I’ve been on it ever since
I was broke but I’ve been ballin ever since

(Verse 2)

Bro riding ‘round in a ‘Lac
I was rolling loud in the back
I ain’t never been the type to amp
Just let the money tell the hoe who i am
If the hoe want money, don’t try
52 south bound, west side
Told my dog take a right at the light
Hit the block and we turn that bitch alive
Look we hit the other block and we had to turn it down
‘Cause them old folk think we clowns
Plus i just seen the cops come around
And it’s not our side of the town
What’s on your mind? You must’ve been high
Tryna say you even dope with this rap shit - that shit dead
Got bitches but I rather get cash instead
M.O.B to the casket
Sonin these kids these rappers
Ain’t life a bitch I’m rapping?
Money make a hater talk backwards
But the haters make the money come faster
I guess that’s the life of a rapper
Talk money and the bitches come after
So i might fuck a bitch right after
Who might fuck a bitch right after
Who just let me in? Y’all done fucked up
Bruce Lee with some Louie nunchucks
Bout to throw these rappers in a dump truck
This shit don’t happen by luck
You work but it ain't hard enough
You rap but it ain't hard enough
Before they get me started up

(Chorus)

I’ma roll one, I’ma smoke one ‘til im lit
Got an iPhone fulla miscalls from a bitch
Who i met at the club i was drunker than a bitch
Swear i only hit it once, she been calling ever since
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
She been on it ever since
Hit it once she been on it ever since
Soon as I knew I had it I’ve been on it ever since
I was broke but I’ve been ballin ever since