Don't ever let no pussy Come before your ambitions Cuz if you do you Your whole life You gon regret your decisions Stagnant Don't let no nigga Talk you out your position Or your dreams'll die in your sleep Before you realize the vision You might have to hit the floor Before you break through the ceiling But you'll never accomplish nothing If you get comfortable chilling Stagnant What people say Don't let it weigh on your feelings Put some effort behind your methods And don't ever stop building Or be stagnant Watch the people you hang around Instead of talking, just listen If they ain't movin You ain't movin Standing right there with em Just Dragging Yo fuckin feet In the presence of friends Who scared to tell yo ass the truth Cuz they don't want you to win Speak yo life into your future While they're still at where they've been Or remain the character in their memory Thinking they know who you is Always Ready to burn a blunt Until they burn down a bridge While they Clocking your every move Like you're competing with them And as soon as you reach the rim At the top Of the Cracker Barrel Just Remember the little people Be the ones dragging you backwards Until you're stagnant And broken into millions of fragments Destined to be forgotten Just Like the rest of the has beens Who always had the potential But didn't follow their passion If you don't use it, then you lose it Left to wonder what happened Now you Steady marching in place Cuz you're too easily distracted Lots of effort with no direction Might just progress you to the madness Or being Stagnant You ain't no mutha fuckin rapper Man lyrics them ain't shit Hit this mutha fucking blunt And let's go fuck wit a bitch You already know the club lit So We can parking lot Pimp I be out there every weekend So nigga don't even trip If it ain't poppin, We can dip And head back to the crib My baby mama got the kids So we can post up and chill And do what the fuck we wanna Twist open some Coronas Pull up some instrumentals And freestyle til the morning Man that shit never gets boring Cuz I know you got talent And when you drop your first album I'm a be the first one to have it On my mama I was there when you had first started rapping I had been to the pen twice And you still ain't made nothing happen You ought to be talking bout trapping Just like everybody else That's what the hood wanna hear Nigga fuck being yourself You ain't no Drake or Mos Def I would just spit em some nonsense Plus u got some dope ass beats Bro, All u need is that one hit But you be on that dumb shit Trying to get your point across That's why you still in the same place Writing raps at yo Patnas house Stagnant

Yea bitch I went from a nothing To something While these pussy assNiggas was bumpin I Don't care nothing Bout nothing your opinion My first mind Is to grind and go get it (yeah) I went from a nothing To something (aye) I came up From a whole bunches of losses But my mama nem Prayed for me nigga All that hating I can't even hear ya This shit started in Washington manor Shit got tough so I moved with my grandma Yeah my mama had too many kids Bad ass fuck so she did what she did Got my chance to go Try to be something While in fact We wasn't supposed to be nothing At least that was my Early consensus That I'd end up another statistic Just another nigga dead or in prison Wit high probability To die in my twenties I grew up around violence and killing Gang related all my cousins was crippin Don't go come round this bitch Actin all timid (what else) Boy I promise You don't want that attention All that friendly shit Make you a target Seen some shit in In lil bitty Port Arthur Told myself I was gone make it regardless Hit them streets And started going retarded They fucked up when They let me in college Hittin licks while I'm getting some knowledge From this bitch That was trying to know something Me and my niggas just trying blow something (we was) She got friends we should try to go fuck em Got em screamin befo' we even touched em They some freaks and they looking for trouble Swear fo God this the first time they done this Yea dats cool We just need some more condoms (Check) Or end up wit a whole baby mama And I ain't trying to deal with that drama I got mind fixed on these commas. We hadn't even got to the bag yet... So I guess it's no money, no problems. Checks I went from a nothing To something (aye) While these pussy ass Niggas was (be) bumpin I Don't care nothing Bout no (your) opinion My first mind Is to grind and go get it (yea) I went from a nothing To something (aye) I came up From a whole bunch of losses But my mama nem Prayed for me nigga All that hatin' I can't even hear ya Yea I went from a nothing To something (aye) While these pussy ass Niggas was (be) bumpin I Don't care nothing Bout no (your) opinion My first mind Is to grind and go get it (yea) I went from a nothing To something (aye) I came up From a whole bunch of losses But my mama nem Prayed for me nigga All that hatin' I can't even hear ya I dropped outta school and kept thuggin Making stupid mistakes on that young shit But time after time bro I swear it was God How I kept getting out of that dumbshit I hung wit some dangerous niggas A lot of em claimed to be killers Who would nickel and dime doing petty ass crimes And most of em No longer wit us (facts) I don't panic I don't get the jitters Don't let nothing get past my antenna Taking Adderall and popping Jiggas Manufacture so that we could deliver (racks) We get popped we going straight up the river Never wanted to be no cop killer (naw) No, My grandma didn't raise me like that So I'm better off writing these raps (no cap) I be hearing these ho niggas yappin They saying the game ain't the same I Make one of them young niggas slap you For fixing your mouth to be lame I ain't saying go jump on some gay shit I ain't telling you niggas don't say shit But you'd better adapt This reality rap We about to leave Earth On this space ship I swear I look just like my daddy Every day I thank God for my family For my sister Devora, Sonia, Latonia, Jakkiya, Markevia, and Ashley My big brother is Greg and lil Willie Cedathion, Chico, and Deekie But 2 of em died... and I'm still alive One day that shit got me to thinking Yea, I need me a ho and housewife Hold up... I don't think that came out right My point is... it might take a village To raise up my chil'en To not live a fucked life Reincarnate And get fucked twice But this generation Ain't nothing nice For whatever its worth I'm a get to that purse If you niggas gon eat You gon pay a price I went from a nothing To something (aye) While these pussy ass Niggas was (be) bumpin I Don't care nothing Bout no (your) opinion My first mind Is to grind and go get it (yea) I went from a nothing To something (aye) I came up From a whole bunch of losses But my mama nem Prayed for me nigga Now I'm making my way to a million Yeah yeah

Now you can check my roots They call me chicken George You want a piece of chicken? I'm a have to tax you for it 4.5 for the quarter And 9 for the half A whole thang and you'll get wanged If you don't know your math I need to hit these licks Before the chirping stops And if you need that fix Then maybe we can work something out I'll let you cut my grass Go ahead and wash my car And if you still ain't got enough Maybe you got some bar... Or A drank prescription Nigga I ain't tripping I'll pick you up tomorrow I'm at the clinic sipping Flipping chickens I make them perfect trades I even work with change Food stamps and money orders As long as I get paid Yeah I remember your face But I forget your name You ain't never seen me bitch I wholesale everything These hoes tell everything So I seldom fuk wit niggas I ain't got no bodyguards But I know some fucking killers So don't come fucking with us Unless you want them skittles See, I own a candy store Nah, I ain't no drug dealer Got that off Harlem nights I specialize in hardened white Put the work in a Malbrough lights box The majority of my customers or white Ain't that a reversal of fate Hit me on the hip and I'll meet you at the gate But I wouldn't have me waiting there long Take the money out your hand probably hit you in the face I didn't want to be disrespectful But hand-to-hand exchange is just too stressful Risky and so excessive I'm making chump change So I think I'll just go ... And flip some chickens Cuzz ... Yeah! I ain't working for Williams Chicken Popeyes or Timmy Chans I ain't working no 9 to 5, Nigga! I'm a need that right now cash Now that shit might not last But I'm willing to take a chance I'm a wait two weeks for paycheck? Boy get off the gas Plus I'm a have to walk So if I'm late then it ain't my fault And besides Nigga still gettin served You want Ketchup, pepper or salt? At least it ain't theft or assault Robbing muh fuccas tryin not to get caught Rather smoke a blunt Than to hit that short Clothes smellin like work Tryin to work that clocc Kunta kenta couldn't run No blocc Kizzy took tha cock And didn't do no trippin Master taught George everything That he knew Now every ni66a in the world tryin to flip these chickens