So much work to do (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (DJ Lavish Lee) Six figures turned into seven (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Turned into eight, we goin' for nine (Yeah, yeah, look) Okay, lil' elevation, sick of waitin' I know what Bigga said, but I'm sick of bein' patient (So sick of bein' patient) And God bless my nigga dead but we still retaliatin' (Uh) He's devastatin' (Yeah) I love my dawg, ain't no celebratin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They still hatin', niggas still fakin' Ain't even know we from the bottom, nigga, we still made it They throwin' dirt on my name, look what I did lately Ayy, don't get mad, I been speakin' on how I feel lately This real, ain't it? Uh Why I need a writer when I illustrate? Never been debate, and I can tell you how I fill my plate Never gotta fake, I motivate, they know 'bout little Ra' I been on my grind since my little days, ayy I been on my grind, I know that grind pay Just like crime pay, like a job pay Became a boss, I create my own pay I done made my own way, I pray it don't go away I'm poppin' like André, I'm just bein' honest I'm poppin' like André I probably, I probably pop up with a Beyoncé Don't tell your fiancé I talk more shit, I talk more shit, way more shit than Kanye I got me some honey that'll do whatever the don say And we know, sometimes you gotta let go to let go Ayy, sometimes you gotta let go, when you know Sometimes you gotta let, when you know How far you can go Yeah, yuh, uh Hustle like my grandma 'cause she taught me And they told me never ball, but I'ma hustle like no tomorrow I got dollars, I got, I got I problems Got my own way into solvin' 'em No, ayy, ayy Elevation, all it took was dedication, information, and relation We ain't need to education, we don't give no explanations In any situation, we ain't never separated We ain't never separated, aw yeah, yeah And we know, sometimes you gotta let go to let go And sometimes you gotta let go, when you know And sometimes you gotta let, when you know How far you can go Yeah, yuh, uh Hustle like my grandma 'cause she taught me And they told me never ball, but I'ma hustle like no tomorrow I'ma, yeah, I'ma hustle like no tomorrow, yeah, ayy, ayy And we know, sometimes you gotta let go to let go Ayy, sometimes you gotta let go, when you know, huh Sometimes you gotta let, when you know How far you can go Yeah, yuh, uh And like that, we gone Six Figure Luc', DJ Drama It's been a pleasure Think it's a game?

AXL Yeah, ah Huh, ha-ah Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions Livin' through tension (ooh) Friends get distant (ooh) Diamond on glisten (ah) They don't wanna mention you (ah) Video instant views (ah-ah-ah-ah) Bitches wanna pick and choose (pick and choose) Diamond like a big igloo My nigga, we runnin' for days, know we got the vision (hm) Livin' like fast in a lane, hope we don't collision (nah) We ate vindaloos, she looking at my finsta too She become an instant boo (ah-ah-ah) Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (a city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions VVS's on me Look how a heavy hitter step He try to flex with his shit in the club We took his chains off his neck They know I like to keep it cool The killers with me gon' make a mess I got a check and flew out to Miami But they know the K is what I rep' She say she love me I ain't say I love her But she know I love to give her sex (Hold on) She pull up on me, I'ma give her dick Ain't no reason for me to send a text I'm in this bitch with the trap lord In the trap and we cookin' a mess Lamborghini 220 the dashboard Switch it up and go hop it a 'Vette She get a Birkin She get a big bag if we fuck I got a big bag full of Runtz I'm putting straight gas in the blunt I tell her twerk it She give me straight ass 'til I'm done She doin' anything a nigga say If I tell you suck it do it 'til I cum Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (a city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions I got no ceilings, I never had 'em, nigga Pop me a handle bar, then I handle business I'm on that Actavis, call it Activism I like my chinchillas soft as caterpillars I got no issues, but I got ammunition in case I got issues Chop a kilo down like paper and scissor China white, bitch, I'm breaking the dishes Hands down, bitch, I'm too out of hand Hands up, I kill you with my hands Masked up like I flew from Japan Bap, bap, that's for you and your man No cap, cap, I don't do it with words Flap, flap, that's my wings you just heard Yeah, kidnap ain't a thing for them birds No trap rap, I'm way in the suburbs Rolls Royce Stars came on the roof, but I removed the roof And we can see the stars, bitch I got dogs on the loose Now, you can call a truce but I can call 'em off, bitch I got dogs that don't roof Got bitches fallin' through and niggas fallin' off shit I ain't got no fuckin' feelings Got you catchin' fuckin' feelings Fuck your feelings, bitch Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (a city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions