Say man I don't give a * about the feds,
DEA,
ATF,
task force,
jump out boys,
and your
local neighborhood robbers,
baby I gots to keep on pushing.
But Mr. King of the bubble trade and the sultan of snow,
call me Mr. Kilogram in case your ass ain't know,
I'm the false ball of blow when it come
to the good,
other cats on us but they ain't holding enough,
I been around way before the
interstate was on fire,
before they hit it in the gas tank or the tire,
before a motherfucker
even knew about a stash fight,
we just put work in the back of the car and mashed out,
now ask a nigga that was doing it in 9-3,
on the interstate in the rental car you can
find me,
suitcases stuffed like a holiday turkey,
chopper right beside in case a nigga
try to jerk me,
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state,
either way a nigga
was known for having a lot of weight,
tried to knock me down but it only made me bigger,
haters gonna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushing.
I'm on the corner from sunup to sundown,
competition getting hectic,
I'm headed for out of town,
what I was selling for 20 niggas selling for 10,
so I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements
for my ends,
my partner Robert's 17 and in the pens,
and me I'm in the bucket but *
it that's how it is,
*,
I got an ounce about to cut it in the stones,
next stop Port
Arthur,
Texas,
I work it in the loans,
I'm a little nigga on this hustle bout to rise,
I was cutting 17 and I was only paying 5,
a week went by and a nigga took that drive
back to H-town with re-up about to score me 9,
a Pyrex bowl in the woops so throwed, I
worked for 9 then I stretched it for 9 more,
I'm that nigga baking with holes in his door,
crumbing niggas selling them ether but * it *'s sold.
One day you're here,
then the next day you're gone,
cause some nigga set you up on the phone,
* I play it how I go,
I'm in a league of my own,
he ain't gotta front me * nigga,
I'm buying my own,
whether it's 16 bars or 16 bricks,
moving one at a time,
I take 16 trips,
I'm in the kitchen with
the white,
white chompers by the back door,
mind all my money but I swear this *'s steady,
dollar squares in the closet,
100,000 in the box free,
got the staff box in the back of the Mustang,
I keep a down ass bitch to dry that *,
look ITN nigga yes she ride that *,
I hustle harder,
I hustle smarter,
just left the Mag and Lock tryna whip me up a 12 so,
I'm ahead of my time, ahead of my grind,
look at snowman bitch,
it's a must that I shine,
see my watch is light,
my ears begging for attention,
quarter mill round my neck in case I forgot to mention,
you niggas acting like hoes so motherfucker keep listening,
I'm a do what the gangsta do and nigga keep pushing.
out