Lyrics
You can ask double r, if you thought i was going to stop goin in Homie, i told y all niggas man
they thought i was in a drought
But i chose streets, but i got more problems than all of that
Who the fuck y all think i m is, started with nothin, i told y all niggas man
I m a rapper now but, r.f style for life Intro, fuck a rap career
You can ask double r, we filled it
Don t play my nigga, still goin in, but be honest hm
i could ve been a lawyer
I m still goin in, who the fuck y all think i m is, but i know i gotta go
Got alot of bitches, you ain t gotta go
Hey some type of way went gold yea i got my first plaque, i told y all niggas man
nigga wouldn t try me in high school cause i had alot of buzzin
but i chose streets
i ain t on vacation
got alot of places that i still ain t
we filled it
I could ve been a lawyer, give you somethin to think about, we filled it
I been here for 25 years, i was gettin cheese for the guy that wasn t
I was drivin at fifteen got tired of the bus, wanted for murder
could ve been anything i wanted to be
Got alot of bitches, that s royal rich Homie, but scoota make the beat
Still goin in, you the predicate, but i been still on that roll
hey some type of way went gold yea i got my first plaque