I Ain'T Made It Yet

I ain't made it yet, I still fuck with the fiends
I got so much rank that in my hood, they treat me like a king
Get a million for an EP, fuck doin' shit for free
I ain't payin' for no killings, they gon' do it 'cause it's me
Got a crew of youngins sweepin' shit up like they Mr. Clean
I'm a ghetto-ass nigga, clean my ice with Listerine
You a pillow talkin'-ass nigga, you might tell everythin'
I been fuckin' on these famous hoes, this shit was just a dream

Ayy, I ain't made it yet, I'll be there in fifteen
Nigga want three thousand beans, ridin' dirty, sippin' clean
I'm a get a bag nigga, all my clothes from overseas
He ain't bought no ice in years, tell that nigga go to sleep (Flex, you're the best)
Know these niggas extra, but I know it ain't no pressure
Know they sleepin' on the twin-size, ain't no dresser
Every time I post on Instagram, that shit depressin'
You want a million milligrams, nigga, I'm in Texas

Put ass and titties on my bitch, I call her my investment
Sold a half a turkey wing and collard greens, but I ain't have no dresser
Every time I post on Instagram, these bitches get to textin'
We can meet outside of any mall, let's see who get the freshest

If you meetin' me in Louis, that's a couple bands extra
I'm in the fittin' room over by the men's section
If we meetin' in Atlanta, then I'm over by Grady
Mad as hell these niggas got me servin' out the 580

When I'm wrong, I buy my bitch Chanel 'cause she a cry baby
I spent a half a mil' on two whips like, "Fuck the 580"
I fuck your ho so good, I make her throw away that vibrator
You can't get up with me, the chance is slim, I think you nigga shady

I'm in a Lamb' truck with two hoes, we all on one thing
Hit the road, walk through a few doors, make 35K
Thank God every day, I ain't them niggas I hate
If I can't sell it in the hood, then I can flip it, tri-state

Go anywhere, I know I'm good, got a million-dollar face
I touched down without no entourage, just brought a bunch of pape'
Punch a pussy nigga teeth out, don't be playin' in my face, slime
Drunk as hell behind the wheel, I'm swervin' like I can't drive
Buy the old school, I spent ten thousand on a paint job
We the ones who still havin' motion on the paper side
Jealous-ass niggas crackin' jokes on the hater side
Meanwhile, they workin' shitty jobs, barely gettin' by

Meanwhile, I'm countin' fifty thou', eatin' chili fries
Heard a nigga tagged me on the 'Gram got hospitalized
All my boys pullin' up on me, I done gentrified
You the nigga finished in the club, I identify
Magic City, got a sixty out us, it's just me and P
We can't lose this footage, nigga, get this shit on DVD
Million-dollar nigga, still I ask to use your EBT
Know these niggas rattin', still l'm beggin' you to keep it street

Know these niggas rattin', still I'm beggin' you to keep it street
Million-dollar nigga, still I ask to use your EBT