Off My Ass

All my life, I been a motherfuckin' hustler
Never asked a nigga for nothin', got it on my own
Even when I was on my dick, I didn't ask you for a motherfuckin' thing
Self made, got it from the muscle

I had to go in the pack
All I know is the dope
I had to get me a nap
I done been broke before
I done been down to my last
I had to run it up fast
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag

I cannot lose, I can't go for that
I done been broke, I ain't goin' back
I'm addicted to the lemonade
Fucked around and pulled a four on 'em
I'm really with a nigga, those facts
They a young nigga with the old back
Hit a check up out the neighborhood
I just walked to the store and back
These lil' nigga, they just all wrapped
We in the spot and we all strapped
All them bad for like thirty-six
Turn the field, big ball count
Rolling gag, big ball back
Play a shit, fit all around
Kick your shit, yeah all that
Fame hood, what you call that?
Fame good, you can call back
Pull up on me, we can swap 'em out
Off the exit at the Waffle House
Fame money, what you talkin' 'bout?
We them niggas that they talkin' 'bout
When we was broke, they ain't know us then
Fuck a loss, all I know is win
Touchdown, here we go again

I had to go in the pack
All I know is the dope
I had to get me a nap
I done been broke before
I done been down on my last
I had to run it up fast
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag

Fuck with the street call the buzz in 'em
Love the street but ain't no love in 'em
Dirty soda we pour mud on 'em
I see no chill, add drug to 'em
Miss my nigga I don't throw up with 'em
All he screamin' go and get the paper
I would get money with the taper
Ghetto Mafia I was in the caper
We get plenty of it, independent
We get rid of it, penicillin
We got strapped solid in the cap
Had 'em bad solid in the ceiling
We got dope all in the kitchen
I try to drown us up
Move my wrist in a circle
I got them rounds in here
We got them rounds in here
It can go down in here
Them other niggas they some suckas
We don't fuck around with them
We on that loud in here
I cannot hear you little nigga
I put that check in her face
She cannot see you little nigga

I had to go in the pack
All I know is the dope
I had to get me a knack
I done been broke before
I done been down to my last
I had to run it up fast
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag
I had to get off my ass
I had to get me a bag