It’s Over

They let me in
Now this shit over

They let me in
Now it's over

They let me in
Now it's over

They let me in
Now it's over

Just getting started
I told ya

Shooters
Trailing in a rover

I'm Smoking za
Love the odor

Boy u a hoe
Don't make me expose ya

Fuck on his bitch
Cuz I needed closure

Young with money
But I'm just getting older

Young with money
But I'm just getting older

They let me in
Now it's over

They let me in
Now it's over

They let me in
Now it's over

Just getting started
I told ya

Shooters
Trailing in a rover

I'm Smoking za
Love the odor

They let me In
I'm straight from the streets

Westwood Preacher
But I'm not a priest

30 bows
In the back of the jeep

Everybody hustling
Can't fuck with a leach

Money talk
Lil niGGa don't speak

Rosa park
Can't give up my seat

Niggas cripping with me
Like Dave east

Bloods with me
They throw up the B

cs far as GP
I'm getting to the bread

Put her on a plane
Cuz i love her head

Glock in my triface
With one in the head

Jred he with me
He fresh out the feds

They let me in
Now I'm causing Hell

Yeen step on shit
U scared of jail

Real hustler
I'll sale water to a whale

I got back up
Every time i fell

They let me in
This shit ain't no challenge

Bread come first
Like a mf sandwich

Had to grind
I didn't have no allowance

Public service
Ima making a announcement

I really came up
From public housing

Road to rich
I'ma run up the mileage

Bitch mad she keep
Calling me childish

I'm dressing Forreal
I don't need a stylist

Triface my hat
Triface my top

Trap Behavior
In the yo with a Glock

I know they hating
But I'll never stop

ccting loyal
You got fucked by the block

No combination
Got the streets on lock

They keep asking
When gp finna drop
They What ya got ?
Tell em
Shit i gotta whole lot