You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high Do it, do it, I'mma fuckin' do it These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay PSA for any nigga standin' in the way You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems Oh God! I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems You don't, you don't want these problems, you don't want these problems Out in Vegas like Lamar, third floor Tropicana Fascinated with the cars, smokin' dope in the Phantom Teflon's on the rise, I despise propaganda Camouflage Mac-11, I should set an example Never baptized, as I walk through the fires The pain and the flame never match my desires Crucified cause I'm rich, in the coupe, take a pic On the phone at the light, Kelly Rowland's a friend Catfish in the Benz, Manti Teo's a sucker Plaques on the wall, hustler so I can say "fuck 'em" Bel Air for the hoes, Ciroc in the pool My bitch is a stripper, her name is April's A Fool Do it, do it, I'mma fuckin' do it These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay PSA for any nigga standin' in the way You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems I said "haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" That's what the title say Cause I'm rich, homie, it's why you feel some kind of way She threw the pussy and I caught it, presidential by 40 That drop hit from Europe, that coupe got deported I turn coke boy to that corporate money, big choppa, I'm walkin' funny Money talk but you ain't talkin' money, you ain't even got no corporate money Haaaaaaan! Whip game proper, I'mma make it work Versace, nigga know who did it first We the best, Khaled tried to told yah TRUUUU! You just second best, Kelly Rowland (hahaha, I'm just playin' babe) Uh, renegade like Em and Jay VIP section, started out from section 8 Arm and Hammer, I be armed with the hammer If it was a slumber party, I'd be fresh in pajamas Silence the shawty, I'm killin' them softly They slept on me, I stopped sellin' work and started sellin' them coffee You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high I stay jumpin' out that thing ho, I swear that's word to my momma I took risks with that 'caine, ho and I sold work for my momma These niggas don't want no drama These niggas don't want no problems These niggas don't want no beef Have 'em walkin' out with that choppa These norm niggas don't play that They murk somethin', I'll tell you that 200 change for this Mulsanne and the wheel's a fortune, Pat Sajak We catch cases, don't say jack Don't talk work cause they tape that Don't sell the work where we lay at And don't spend the bread you can't make back, no Rest in peace I'mma start murderin' and bodyin' beats Ain't no defeatin' the eye of the beast And I'm laughin' at people who try to compete Name any rapper that's fuckin' with me I'm who these niggas pretendin' to be Claimin' you wantin' these problems Tell momma get flowers and plannin' your funeral speech My sanctuary's that cemetery My choppa, named it "Obituary" Act up, Tyler Perry Boy you sweeter than February Real nigga, I define that You don't even need no dictionary You ain't even 'bout that life So these shooters with me ain't necessary Do it, do it, I'mma fuckin' do it These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay PSA for any nigga standin' in the way You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You ain't know You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You ain't know You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You ain't know You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You don't want these problems You ain't know Yeah, you don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems Oh God! I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems You don't, you don't want these problems, you don't want these problems

The world is yours and everything in it You gonna go get it? Mama couldn't save me, daddy did so he couldn't raise me I'm still tripping off them hoes that played me Same bitches fronting on me when I had my baby It's crazy, and niggas say they made me Taking credit from my mama, shit amaze me How niggas talking down when I'm not around But every time I'm in the building, schhh, not a sound I line my haters up and clap them down That choppa have nigga dancing like he Bobby Brown I'm well-respected in my city, even out of town And don't ever tuck my chain Nigga, how that sound? How that look? We don't live by the book, we just live by the code A lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through They was dropping names too Niggas say I changed up but I'm with the same crew I was always told to get the money and remain you Never let these pussy niggas tell you what you can't do Every time they said that I left, that was when I came through Range new, .38 special when the flame blew Just in case I gotta flame you What a feeling when them people tryna frame you Lock you in a cell when detain you Rather die before I go out working like I'm Django I'm gone... Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper And here's another one, here's another one Streets is watching A new bitch, new car Her ass up, I go hard And here's another one, here's another one Streets is watching If I fuck her, I'm brainless She fuck me, she might get famous She might get a chance to ride jet and drive Ranges Money'll have your closest friends turning into strangers That's dangerous, niggas shoot and they'll aim at us Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up Niggas tripping like I'm dipping off angel dust And all these cubans 'round me neck getting tangled up I only fuck with bad bitches that be trained to fuck Five niggas, ten bitches running train on us Looking at these rap niggas they all lame as fuck Mini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts I stick to the script, switch like stick on the shift Early mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin' the grits Nigga, I could score your bitch with a flick of the wrist Swear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic Niggas want me dead everyday that I wake up Fuck what they talking 'bout, nigga I'm talking paper And here's another one, here's another one Streets is watching A new bitch, new car Her ass up, I go hard And here's another one, here's another one Streets is watching

The time is now, on e'rything Took my heart away from money I ain't interested in fame And I pray that never change Ambition is priceless It's something that's in your veins And I put that on my name Uh, only hope I had was selling dope Was on my grind 'cause times was harder than a cellar floor My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke Oh, I was raised by the stop sign No religion, I was getting saved by the Glock 9 By the minute, I was getting paid like a hot line Serving raw, fiends was calling, we was dot com Well connected, well respected and well protected Ain't get accepted, was rejected, and now they regret it Ain't get my message, was no signal when I was texting The niggas I was calling was fraud and I learned my lesson Now I move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon 'Cause chances are never given, they tooken like interceptions So throw that pass, I'll be the cornerback Me and Folarin MMG gon' bring that Warner back For my ambition Easy to dream a dream, though it's harder to live it They gon' love me for my ambition Easy to dream a dream, though it's harder to live it They gon' love me for my ambition Easy to dream a dream, though it's harder to live it Look, they gon' love me for my ambition (it speaks for itself) Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision (Define ambition for me) My ambition to win, just to get me some ends Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a Benz I saw momma praying as she wait on results It was hot in the kitchen, can I wait on the porch? My father was missing, War Lord Oliver North Life was digging me deeper, I kept on coming up short Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark Who cut my power off? It's time to move that powder soft Not too many options when you coming from the projects Sitting in the trap, now you moving Cyndi Lauper Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change And I doubt that ever change Ambition is priceless, that's something that's in your veins And I doubt that ever change Ambition is my shit and I put that on my name And I doubt that ever change For my ambition Easy to dream a dream, though it's harder to live it They gon' love me for my ambition Easy to dream a dream, though it's harder to live it They gon' love me for my ambition Easy to dream a dream, though it's harder to live it Look, they gon' love me for my ambition Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision Well wishes to my opposition You niggas probably cop a plea before you cop a pistol I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential But e'ry nigga who can read gotta get his issue Subscribe niggas reside where all the lions and killers be And I ain't spend a minute up in the streets But I'm limitless mentally, I'm lyrically ZMT LeBron shit, I was heading 6 after 23 And family is e'rything and money is less important Long as your mama love you, don't ever love a woman I got a lot of bitches, they got a lot of feelings But I got that green on my eyes and that ain't no Donnie Simpson I retire you niggas, fuck you and your position They place holding so slippery niggas can't even kick it Y'all rambling, talking shit to these bitches You know you real you 'on't say it You know you real, we gon' feel it Ralph Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision They gon' love me for my ambition Easy to dream a dream, though it's harder to live it Look, they gon' love me for my ambition Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision They gon' love me for my ambition

Rolling, we're rolling! Yeah! Riding with the steel, puffing on the purp Overtime on you niggas, cuz im goin to work I'm going to work, I'm going to work Overtime on you niggas, going to work I'm gonna get it any means necessary Cuz you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary I'm going to work I'm going to work I'm going to work Gotta go to court tomorrow, DA on my dick So I'mma wear my Audemar, just to make her sick I might go yellow Presi on her, just to make her pissed Then go home and break a brick and break it down to bacon bits I'm going to work I'm going to work The phone's popping, like we on the first We up on Neiman's, we going berserk A nigga cross me, he going to church Ridin through the hood, back of the 'Bach Started in the front, now they in back of the 'Bach No love for the haters, no rap for the rats Velcro shorty, we strapped and they strapped Half you niggas telling so we never sell em work They don't wanna come and get it so we mail em work Put my money in it so you know it better work And my shooters with me so you know they put in work Riding with the steel, puffing on the purp Overtime on you niggas, cuz im goin to work I'm going to work, I'm going to work Overtime on you niggas, going to work I'm gonna get it any means necessary Cuz you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary I'm going to work I'm going to work I'm going to work I might go buy a boat tomorrow, just to take a trip Big belly rude boy, bad Jamaican bitch I head straight to Colombia, I'm talking Bogota Ship em up to Philly, Milly living like he Gorbachev Not the Reagen Era but a nigga making cheddar Rayful Edmond in the mirror and I'm never telling The game sweet soda, seats watermelon Clip full of sunflower seeds in my Mac-11 And I steal a mothafucka's like a student felon Bookbags full of blocks and them bitches selling I'm going to work, I'm going to work I'm going to work, I'm going to work Riding with the steel, puffing on the purp Overtime on you niggas, cuz im goin to work I'm going to work, I'm going to work Overtime on you niggas, going to work I'm gonna get it any means necessary Cuz you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary I'm going to work I'm going to work I'm going to work Got some youngins that will murder for a new bike Have you looking like you're fresh up out a food fight Spaghetti on your head, shirt ketchup red Shooting banana clips, we ain't never scared Niggas say they looking for me, the ain't ever there I'm like a Metro Phone Store cuz I'm everywhere I'm gone get it any means necessary Cuz you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary Gave my nigga fifty years, forever buried He said he gone make it home like he neva worried He said he's gonna make it home like in Neveruary, damn! Free my homie Rick, and free my homie Brick Doing hard time, love the 36 Tried to get her number, shawty she ain't on me Wanna fuck me now, i'm like you dirty bitch! Rookie of the year cause I murder shit, murder! And I'm way back, cause it' maybach Riding with the steel, puffing on the purp Overtime on you niggas, cuz im goin to work I'm going to work, I'm going to work Overtime on you niggas, going to work I'm gonna get it any means necessary Cuz you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary I'm going to work I'm going to work I'm going to work

قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري الكبدة اتقطعت بين زوج من Oran ل Marseille دلّالي من Oran ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي Les vagues s'écrasent sur les roches, fauchent, façades moches Vie de cloche poche, vie de pez fastoche Mais la poisse accroche ma face de métèque Je viens du bled, pleins de verbes dans les bagages Ca je tiens ma rage dans ma gorge La plage déserte me pousse au cafard Tu traînes dans les bars tard le soir Où les soûlards se filent au rasoir Spliff noir dans le cendar Je sombre dans le mégotrip égoïste Jette mes tripes dans la musique Mars, ma ville, un plateau Où le désert avance, un gâteau partagé à 10 Mes khos pendus à un lasso Nourri au gaz de ville, à la lumière orange Comme elle, je dérange, étranger aux pensées etrangers حتى نقول نبطل وترضى لي علي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي Tellement نبغيها يا نبدا نجيبها من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من Oran ل Marseille دلالي Des odeurs de couscous, de tajine, de pruneau De mafé, yassa, poisson frais Pâtes carbo les épices me collent à la peau Assise là, les pieds dans l'eau sous l'œil du tréo Ma ville s'éveille chaque matin quand les fourmis s'en vont au boulot Fragile, emporte ta faux, situation où tout le monde se marre L'économica autre comme une vieille bécane Pluries Ethnie cohabitation naturelle Les cultures, les mœurs, les couleurs dansent comme dans une aquarelle Seul le Serval dévoile la face B de la carte postale Atone cache les nuages, un cercueil passe, mauvais présage L'ennui vainqueur, sueur, peur devant les seringues de l'horreur Le noir château entré sans un mot Mars aspire au renouveau خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافها من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافهم من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي يانا بغيت لقليبي المحنة الفاكرة من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي