Rags To Riches lyrics

[Intro]
We've met a lot of times
And family, I met you a lot of times man
You feel me?
I know you said numb this sh*t man
I know you talkin bout you ain't leavin me man but...
n*gga sound like you man
b*tch you know it's all gutta

[Verse]
Yea, how you n*ggas gon feel that
I come with the Glock to scope your pus*y red back
Gon see these bullets, you can go a n*gga 10 strap
Made it from rag to riches, I really get that
You don't understand, cause you don't really get back
You a good actor, you ain't really near that
My broke b*tch drive Maserati
She cool with me, you know we down to catch a body
Glock 9 kick back like a pump shawty
Girlfriend duck, she a dumb hottie
Real talk man, the n*gga need somebody
I breathe like you, I dream like you
I'm just based God, bade God, fiendin for the based God
Let me tell you something bout the motherf*ckin based God
n*ggas jumped quick on the next hype
Sell drugs and guns in my past life
Nah tickets, of our motherf*ckin past life
Gotta sign this 16, tell me what's that like
Still in the hood with the motherf*ckin crack pipes
Guns in the struggle, still with the red eyes
Still with that motherf*ckin muscle
n*ggas in the street, have to have, hard to hustle
n*ggas catch says and get back on the double
Take 2 for 1, you really in trouble
Really got problems, ya sure who love you
Calling from the angels, nobody was above you
Money can't buy when a real friend hug you
Of course the next trust, really say they love you
I'm packin my clothes, just movin out to Paris
Negatives 3d, I gotta play even
Money coming out the wall about 10 seasons
Whole court b*tch, I'm going too creezy
b*tches feel me, n*ggas hatin on me
But I swear to God, man they ho f*ckin feel me
All day man, I'm all off Achile
f*cking around with me is really no ceilings
[Outro]
Shout out to Lil Wayne, yea
Lil B, ya feel me?
I get a lil' brain from the bad b*tch
And I swear to God she ain't have no accent
This Lil B!