We done made it through all them motherfucking shootouts and dodged all them cases
Started with nothing now we got all this money
We blessed
God blessed us dreamchasers
I used to pray to God to get a million bucks
I used to pray to hit that bitch until I fucked
I used to pray these haters never hit me up
nigga we blessed
In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands
We run the streets
People know who I am
People know who I am
In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands
We run the street
People know who I am
People know who I am
I'm in my hood, rich as a bitch
Right on the corner, feeling like Rich
Porter that is, they ordering bricks
Slaughter that is, 200 to flip
Lately I've really been noticing niggas been blowing and fucking up cop money
Lately my nigga been rolling and getting his dough and now they got block money
I got that go to Miami a weekend and chill for a bit get you shot money
Niggas they talking about robbing the ones that we be robbing I'm like you forgot money
Like we ain't never run down on niggas
Tell O run down on niggas
Sixteen in the field out there had it on four pound on niggas
Northside had crowns on wrists
What all you hater forget
What your forgot I paid all my dues
I was like twenty I Prezi'ed the watch
Had a prezi like Pac
Timing and money Omelly he got the same Prexi like Roc
He got a prezi like me, sheesh
We should be running for President, stop
Cause I don't be knowing, how people be rolling
They be catching new cases, the people patrolling
You look at they papers, they read its over
Signing them statements, you squeaking its over my nigga we knowing my nigga
In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands
We run the streets
People know who I am
People know who I am
In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands
We run the street
People know who I am
People know who I am
I'm a west side nigga on the west side
My whole hood come when I step out
I'm on the floor with some niggas from the north side
Niggas hating but he know he got no clout
Got killers so I bring Cole out
Got O and they all gon' blow 'bout
At the blue store just like Roc
Looking fro me I be right on my block
I ain't worried 'bout none of these niggas
Its just me and my niggas
My whole cold, wrist is
Try to snatch my chain that's your exit
I ain't worried about a thing got the things for my hitters
Got the things for my hitters in the trenches with the lions and gorillas
I thank God for my hitter
I'mma go hard for my squad
I pray to God they alright
I got the bag for one time
Bail money come right on top
I got them shooter round clock
Bitches be dropping them dimes
Niggas be flexing we know they be lying
In the trap with that work on my line
Run it up like
In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands
We run the streets
People know who I am
People know who I am
In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands
We run the street
People know who I am
People know who I am