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[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1]
This ain’t the vibe that I need
Stop the beat, G-5 free
I be spendin’ racks in these jeans
I’m too real, fuck is y’all mean?
I ain’t have to sleep, no dream
I said what it was, you didn’t believe me
You be the cake and I be the cream
Now I look up and then she was leaving
I’m on the way, cannot be late
Speedin’ through traffic like I’m in a race
I wanted it now, she want me to wait
I’m one of a kind, so you gotta taste this
Granddad died, knew I would make it
I’m a real one, you can’t fake it
Most of my niggas still be takin’
I got rich, this shit still don’t phase me
You only get one call, I can’t chase her
Only take one shot of lil’ Chase up
Ten up now for us to fuck later
Mama used to tell me times would get greater
Cartier diamonds blockin’ these haters
Dior drip, shit, can’t take it
I just spent the Bentley truck with lil’ [?]
Favor for favor, nigga, I don’t play them
Get off my dick, nigga, we don’t them, yeah
Look like it where I’m stayin’
Make a half a million off them plays, juggs
Still chunkin’ up neighborhoods
Grass cut, sure the neighbors good
My partner’s mama know I’m really hushing
If the spot hot, we invade houses
We gotta kick [?]

[Bridge]
It was tired and it was dark and I had thought of ending it all
Then the sun had came out and I looked up and I seen God
Ain’t gon’ lie like it was easy, it’s the truth, this shit been hard
I done finally got an award, yeah

[Chorus]
Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch-up)
Tired of my ho, new bitches (Please)
At this point, this shit pimping (Pimping)
Knew the odds, beat the system (Ah)
Glock 23 extension (Buh-buh)
Handle the business, don’t mention
I ain’t even have a pot to piss in
Now I got ’em mad I’m turnin’, livin’
Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch-up)
Tired of my ho, new bitches (Please)
At this point, this shit pimping (Pimping)
Knew the odds, beat the system (Ah)
Glock 23 extension (Buh-buh)
Handle the business, don’t mention
I ain’t even have a pot to piss in
Now I got ’em mad I’m turnin’, livin’

[Verse 2]
My cars come with stars and kits
None of my kids gon’ starve for shit
You weren’t even here when I started this
All the drugs I sold, all the shit I took
I done seen so much, I can write a book
Ain’t stunnin’, ho, I can buy that look
Clothes off, how your body look?
I been ’bout business, I’m still a crook
I get in my mode, they all be shook
Said that’s your bro, y’all all get pushed
You was in the house on punishment
I was in the hood sellin’ strong ass kush
Your cuz’ came through with that [?]
Give me style and credit for all his looks
Sold-out shows in the DMV, now Shaquille O’Neal can’t lil’ boy me

[Bridge]
Had some dirt up in my diamonds, had to brush it off
I was ‘posed to be somewhere workin’, I’m somewhere fucking off
I get checks in by the contract like I’m playin’ ball
I been hanging ’round some millionaires, it’s safe to say it’s rubbing off

[Chorus]
Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch-up)
Tired of my ho, new bitches (Please)
At this point, this shit pimping (Pimping)
Knew the odds, beat the system (Ah)
Glock 23 extension (Buh-buh)
Handle the business, don’t mention
I ain’t even have a pot to piss in
Now I got ’em mad I’m turnin’, livin’
Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch-up)
Tired of my ho, new bitches (Please)
At this point, this shit pimping (Pimping)
Knew the odds, beat the system (Ah)
Glock 23 extension (Buh-buh)
Handle the business, don’t mention
I ain’t even have a pot to piss in
Now I got ’em mad I’m turnin’, livin’

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