I'm sick and tired of this bullshit
Got a full time job, but a nigga still can’t afford shit
Okay, I'm in the strip club, man, throwing all this dough, this dough
When I leave here I ain’t gon' have no more, god damn
I'm tired of fronting for these fake niggas
Need a diamond chain to be great, nigga
I got one, but I ain’t great, nigga
What it takes, oh yeah, for the rap game to notice me, oh yeah
I topped the charts for nine weeks, but they still ain’t notice me
Guess I gotta rob me a nigga, guess I gotta kill me a nigga
Guess I gotta get up on the block, sell rocks to a nigga
Guess I gotta slide me a nigga, but that ain’t me, yeah
I’m H-town ‘til I D-I-E
Young Kirko, you know it’s me
And I’m singing like, hold up
I came down
I was a young nigga when I rolled up
I came too fast for my money up
All I did was smoke and drink, yeah
Now I’m back here, this ain't last year
And I’mma do it like it’s my last year
Man, I can’t lie, I wanna be rich