When I Die

I’m just trying dodge a couple L’s
Save a couple M’s in my account
When I die, leave the money to the fam
Tell accountants better count up the allowance
Making money off of melodies and rap shit
And my make my beats that’s a hat trick
Killing it and I ain’t even rich
Know me like the rapper from the 6
Ain’t no one like me, no Fedex, no copies
Now please don’t come near me, you not in my posse
Legend, Taurasi, like Drizzy Degrassi
I need me a freak bitch, Giannis, Milwaukee
Always got 16, she tells me I’m sweet
From Payless to Saint Laurent shoes on my feet
For breakfast wack rappers is all that I eat
If you not from the start please don’t ask for a piece
Hella hella hella, I be reppin the bay,
From 40 to Keak then to uncle Mac Dre
If you not with the hyphy, please get out my face
To Eazy now West is the next out the bay
I’m just trying miss a couple L’s
Get a couple M’s in my account
When I die, leave the money to the fam
Tell accountants better count up the allowance
I’m just tryna stack a couple commas
Leave it in a will to my momma
When I die, leave the money to the fam
Tell accountants better count up the allowance
All thats been happening, I said it before
I used to think this was enough, I want more
A house in the hills, 80 dates on my tour
A savage like Randy, yeah bitch I’m Couture
Labels call me, I only answer if the cash right
Shawty on my arm, you know that she the bad type
No chains but I’m shining like a flashlight
Why you hating?
What a sad life
Man I swear on my momma, a million can’t change me
I been had this drive since a baby I’m crazy
Made me a star like I’m Patrick I’m Swayze
A billi won’t stop me I’m cocky I’m Jay-Z
Everybody asking where this coming from like woah
I been killing shit since I was 17 like woah
This is not a secret this is how and what it is
Hussle pay the price and rest in peace to Uncle Nip