It's been a long time cumin n' A lot of dope runnin Hustling tryna dodge des cases You niggas been telling n Da streets been beggin So I had to go back 2 Da basics (INE) Dis Da intro to my life The entre to my world Ridgecrest Apartments movin dat white gurl Posted up on da corner Movin dat marijuana Glock 40 on my hip Hollin out u don't want it My glock stay cocked Rocks n a match box Head guarlin on lock Imma go getter A nigga raided yo spot Convoskated yo block And he didn't get shot You's a whole nigga And I remember u do u remember me 8th grade leavin school Rockin up a quarter key (dats wats up) T-tops on dat Z I was passin ya Fish tailin' swerving wit yo bitch on da passenger side Shawty lets ride Rims still spinnin so shawty lets glide She askin me why I don't get high Cuz bitch I make 50 off a 3.5 (n dats wats up) You see me nigga say wats up Wanna be me nigga dats wats up Bout yo dollar, pop yo collar den u holla dats wats up See me shawty say wats up Wanna fuck me shawty dats wats up dats wats up Wat up Pooh Wat up Juk Wat up drama Wat up Mama Wat up haterz Wat up hustlerz Wat up Real niggas Wat up busterz Wat up snitches Look at dem bitches Wat up stunna thanx for dem six digits (fo sho) Wat up ball Wat up G Wat up memphis tenna-fuckin-kee (wats happenin) Wat up three six No u dont like me (well fuck ya) Wat up Feds want to indite me (well fuck ya) Wat up TVT you cut da check pimp Wat up cash money its our year slim Wat up allstar Wat up Denerio Wat up chat Wat up try Wat up V slash Wat up Columbian Wat up Mexicans Cuz on da real yall got a nigga ass in You see me nigga say wats up Wanna be me nigga dats wats up Bout yo dollar, pop yo collar den u holla dats wats up See me shawty say wats up Wanna fuck me shawty dats wats up dats wats up Wat up Rolex watch I paided da brick fo u Wat up grill On da real u buy da chicken too Wat up crack house Wat up dope feins Wat up purple dro Wat up codiean Wat up drought season Baby u da reason Charge nigga 30 fo birds n done it easy So fishscale so oil base Wat up street tunes Wat up yung fay Wat up C prollin It's a gangsta party Wat up TVT U fuckin wit a gangsta artist Wat up grip Let'em I ain't got to budget (nope) Quarter million out da pocket said promotion fuck it Wat up trap niggas Scraping up dat dirty change Wat up rap niggas dis industry a dirty game Recouped yo advance take royolties and publish it Put u on TV and leave u out there wit nuthin Na mean Long time cumin n A lot of dope run-in Hustling tryna dodge des cases You niggas been telling n Da streets been beggin So I had to go back 2 Da basics Gotti dis yo boy Yo Gotti INE nigga I said its INE Yeah N I remember u do u remember me N I remember u do u remember me Dis yo boy Yo Gotti INE (yea) bitch

What's the truth? I believe the truth is what we hear, what we see The way we reason perspectively and of course what we believe in So tell me what you've heard What you've seen How do you reason? Hey yo what do you believe In? Well you bout to find out mine Though it might not be corresponding to yours Cos you not me I'm not you Nevertheless with a warm heart Welcome to my extended play record The truth lies here

Twenty-five years and my life is still Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of a brotherhood of man For whatever that means And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out, what's in my head And I, I'm feeling a little peculiar And when I wake up in the morning and I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream at the top of my lungs "What's goin' on And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey I said, "Hey, what's goin' on And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey I said, "Hey, what's goin' on Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh And I try Oh my God, do I try I try all the time In this institution Oh, I pray (I pray) Oh my God, do I pray I pray every single day For a revolution And well I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out, what's in my head And I, I'm feeling a little peculiar And when I wake up in the morning and I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream at the top of my lungs "What's goin' on And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey I said, "Hey, what's goin' on And I said, "hey-ey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey I said, "Hey (I said, "Hey"), what's goin' on And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey, hey, what's goin' on And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey I said, "Hey (I said, "Hey"), what's goin' on And I said, "Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey I said, "Hey, what's goin' on

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this

I got a check, check, check, beep Bitch I go ta check, check, check Bitch I got a check, check, check I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you se me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Uh, I got my check up, I need a check up Watch on me so cold, chain on me so froze Check, I got them hoes, check, designer clothes I got them bows, plus I got them o's Going hard nigga, I do too, I got shooters nigga, what bout you Valet park nigga there's my coupe Popping bottles nigga, there's my crew That pussy good, ass fat, head right, nigga that's my boo A real nigga, you ain't one, hate on me, that's what you do Uh I'm in my zone, uh, my money long Sipping on that sirock, inhaling all of the strong On my young nigga shit, rollie with the belt I'm on my rich nigga shit, Rolls Royce are better I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check I put on for my city, go strong when I kick it Got a bad girl's club, a gang of bad bitches Black down, ap, ...bp, white them, mula No damning, ...ace of spades, no cards ...that glow in the dark I got soft, I go hard, start to beating my favorite card The California my favorite car, The land ...my favorite bar I hit the club, my jays on, they out now They stood on the boss Selling dope my first job, getting money, they worst thought I'm in this bitch with my home boys Big jewelry, no bodyguard I pull up, like who this, thugged out, I do this Checking on my dollar sign, get money on my to do list, hey! I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check And everytime you see me I be on deck Looking like money, smelling like a jet Brand new swag, got me on flex Whole lot of cash, I'm a walking check Check, check, bitch I'm on deck Flexing, flexing, looking like a jet I buy anything I want cause I got a check Fuck any bitch I want cause I got a check I only ride foreign cause I got a check You know I'm fully armed, you ain't gotta check.