Tabacco Town - Kur

, i feel like all these niggas in the way, if you ain't tryna get it, you in the way, sittin around, sittin around, me and my niggas ain't sittin around, we gettin it, them little quarters i was grabbin, they ain't pay for shit, real 2012 niggas wasn't playin my shit, dropped pound cake, niggas breakin up with their bitch, i done upgrade since then, stay on my shit, so long, long time, i was prayin for this shit, i remember spittin rhymes out the basement and shit, i was tryna make dubs, so i straightened the shit, ain't tell m how i'm coming, i'm creative as shit, when it's dark out, don't go out, stay in the crib, ain't matter if it's cold, we goin stay on the drip, shit, going slow, catch me in the mix, i was tryna play the phone, parked up in the whip, my little sister counting on me, can't fuck up this shit, white bands on me, i'm in the back, roll me up some shit, me and the fam too popular to post on the strip, i still post in the strip, be there for the niggas that be going through shit, grab a couple gang, start blowin this shit, anybod stunt on us, we start throwin that shit, before i had fame, i was off in them nicks, really in my hood, i'm there often as shit, all the times i lay, bout to spark up again, i been humble, but i'm ready to start talkin my shit, had times in my life when i was ready to quit, it was real fucked up, but i ain't settle for shit, i remember wearin pradas, but they wasn't legit, best believe i'm the hottest, and i'm fuckin up shit, any nigga have a problem, i go get the stick, bitch gettin on my nerves, bout to choke out the bitch, i'm on lean, i'm slerin, but i'm focused as shit, i feel like all these niggas in the way, if you ain't tryna get it, you in the way, sittin around, sittin around, me and my niggas ain't sittin around, we gettin it, fuck sittin around, i gotta get it, shout out my niggas that's rockin with it, remember i didn't have a pot to piss in, now every day i pull up in something different, catch me in the rari, or something wikid, your chick is a black belt, she tryna kick it, guns on the shoulder, my soldiers ready, got the mic in her hand, and she hold it steady, been winnin so long, haters don't effect me, i don't chop bs like my name versetti, we get it by any means nesisary, got a chick on my lap, and she vegitary, or maybe vegan, late night we be creepin, oh man, we be ballen, eatin all weekend, you ain't take me out, i be playin all season, i'm that young guy, that you see and believe in, yeah, they pray for me, they should through a parade for me, them young kids, they line up and wait for me, they the ones that made a way for me, she act like she wanted a date from me, shauty so sweet like a paistrey, and i'm gettin that bread like a bakery, don't try to beat it, you can't take me, out in philly gettin cheese stakes, they poppin wealies on the speadway, they tryna give me 3, but i need 8, in that bank account, i'm goin leaves k, fuck all that he say she say, girl, we could do this in a 3 way, shout out to the dj, he keep the party on replay, i feel like all these niggas in the way, if you ain't tryna get it, you in the way, sittin around, sittin around, me and my niggas ain't sittin around, we gettin it