Tuned up

I probably wouldn't even rap if it wasn't for my fans
Got people I never met support me more than friends
Got people I never met who wanna see me win
Baguettes around my neck, I swear, I shine for them

It cost to be the boss, I done paid the price
Slip-up surely costs, he paid with his life
When it's time to shoot, I'm not thinkin' twice
Do what I gotta do to make it home at night
Do what I gotta do to make it home at night
Done been through too much pain, he forgot how to cry
He tried to run the game, couldn't make her my wife
Could tell when you be lyin' from the look in your eyes

Did everything I could to get this money right
Was robbin' in the hood just to go shoot some dice
Was robbin' in the hood just to go get some ice
And every chain I got, I could've bought it twice
I'm runnin' routes on niggas, call me Jerry Rice
I took a trip up top just to go and swipe
I'm thankful for this music shit, it changed my life
I made a couple million talkin' on a mic

I probably wouldn't even rap if it wasn't for my fans
Got people I never met support me more than friends
Got people I never met who wanna see me win
Baguettes around my neck, I swear, I shine for them

It cost to be the boss, I done paid the price
Slip-up surely costs, he paid with his life
When it's time to shoot, I'm not thinkin' twice
Do what I gotta do to make it home at night
Do what I gotta do to make it home at night
Done been through too much pain, he forgot how to cry
He tried to run game, couldn't make her my wife
Could tell when you be lyin' from the look in your eyes

I keep a dirty heater on me
They plottin', heard they schemin' on me
Got millions, I don't need a homie
Got millions, now these bitches on me
Even in the dark, girl, I'm shinin'
Could start a water park with all these diamonds
Learned how to move smart and duck indictments
Now, word up out the feds, I'm on an island

I probably wouldn't even rap if it wasn't for my fans
Got people I never met support me more than friends
Got people I never met who wanna see me win
Baguettes around my neck, I swear, I shine for them

It cost to be the boss, I done paid the price
Slip-up surely costs, he paid with his life
When it's time to shoot, I'm not thinkin' twice
Do what I gotta do to make it home at night
Do what I gotta do to make it home at night
Done been through too much pain, he forgot how to cry
He tried to run game, couldn't make her my wife
Could tell when you be lyin' from the look in your eyes

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Pierre DeLince