Buy Out

See, this that shit they been waitin' on
You know?
This that buy out, and they buy on
'Cause this my life, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
This the shit I'm goin' through, the state of mind I'm in right now, you feel me? Hah
Alright, you can put a little delay on it from here?
Don't erase none of this shit, that's the intro, we keepin' it like that

A hundred miles and runnin', niggas gunnin' at the enemy
Niggas switchin' sides, givin' up like it's the end of me
Niggas hollin' family, but I know these niggas envy me
Pound Ye, thuggin' 'til the motherfuckin' sentence me
I'm a trendin' topic, top down, bitch, I'm ridin' in the 'Rarri ('Rarri)
If you don't like me, then I'm sorry (sorry)
Same OG, I'm just being me, fuck a critic (critic)
I rap about this shit, 'cause I did it (true)

Life don't change (change), neither do the game (nah)
New niggas gettin' money, but the rules stay the same
Who I'm gon' sign with? (Huh) who I wanna grind with? (Huh)
That's my only question, nigga, CMG I'm dyin' with
Cocaine Muzik (hah), cars, money, guns (baow)
Every nigga I fuck with, went to jail, I made they bond (salute)
I never leave the house without my chain or my gun
Got on my dope boy Guccis, or a fresh pair of ones

Yeah, see nigga, see I feel like I'm one of the realest niggas
That ever walked the face of earth, you know what I mean?
And that ain't got nothin' to do with gettin' no money or nothin' like that
Nigga, that's just being a hundred
That's bein' a hundred with yourself
That's bein' a hundred with the niggas who a hundred with you
You know what I mean?
Nigga, I got a lot of young niggas around me, nigga
And it's straight up love like family, nigga
'Cause we'll kill for each other, and that's on the real

Murder was the case, nigga, jump a hurdle win a race, nigga (I'm down)
Then I put it in your face, nigga, took a face on my case, nigga
Told my lawyer go to trial (trial), I'm doin' it big in the meanwhile
If I lose, raise Mariah for me, if I die, bust that fire for me
Pour out some liquor and get higher for me
I'm doin' this one for my homeboys, I'm hollin', "Oh, Lord" (oh, Lord)
Some shit we can't afford

I just be speakin' from the heart, but sometimes it rhymes
Am I a real rapper, or just a nigga with lines?
I don't know, I'm confused, do I supposed to be rich?
You know that hoe ain't your hoe, she just your supposed to be bitch
No supposed to be clique, I don't want no allies
It's CMG, homie, and we don't franchise
I get green guys, off those white pies
Dope in that pot and it get baptized

Hallelujah, bless my shooters
Serve my Jay's up, watch him hit that shooter
Fuck this rap shit, I don't fit in
All these fuck boys, all these fake friends
Streets on fire, plug on go-mode
Streets so damn dry, I might get a truck load
Fuck your contract, I won't sign that
Labels keep callin' me, but I won't call back