I want everything I got coming
If it's love, if it's beef, if it's money
Real success like a chef chopping onions
These niggas always crying 'bout something
I'm international, ratchet, irrational
Finally said fuck it, that's just something that I had to do
Turning up the Clicc, that's just something that I had to prove
Back against the wall, it was nothing that I had to lose
Niggas from the pen calling in, "G, do your shit"
In my European Supra, high off a Euro thizz
Millionaire, so I got me a trigger man
All these rappers getting killed, I can't let 'em kill the bag
I ain't have a dad, so I looked up to that nigga bad
At thirteen, I was covered up in blue rags
And twenty-three, all I'm going for is blue bags
The opportunity is slim, so I gotta move fast
The trenches got niggas wearing dentures
AR-15s knocking niggas out existence
Yeah, that ain't nowhere in my vision
I'm on defense and offense, G keep killing
The more that I make, the crazier I feel
I thank God every day, I can't believe this shit is real
Gotta get a bigger bag 'cause my niggas need appeals
I got seven hundred K from my negotiating skills
Yeah, uh, and that's for one album
I fuck 'em up any way that I come at 'em
Yeah, that goes to show I ain't no dumb rapper
All these niggas got opinions, but it don't matter
I pulled up to the hood, then I flew straight up out the country
I'm looking good, smelling good, we know who getting money
It's the Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc
To keep it gangster, I deserve all this shit
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