I Got It

What up, family?
Tryna wake em up cousin
I say R.I.P. to my cousin
Tryna wake em up cousin
[Verse 1]
Walking devil, I be feeling like Jesus
I dont know much about that Bible, never felt like I need it
I told my mom that I got her, when I make it we even
For all the years she took care of me and my brothers believin
I miss my grandma, why did she have to leave me?
I had so much shit to tell her, damn man, I still cant believe it
We balling out, nah, we aint up in no bleachers
You hear my songs on the radio, baby, turn up yours speakers
Cause we own now and we grown now
First million, go and tell em its on now
I still sip Arizonas
And I do this shit for all of my loners
Screaming to the top of my lungs like 'Mama, Imma make it'
Gotta speak it to existence then you gotta have patience
Just stay in your lane , fuck anybody hatin
Love dont love nobody so dont worry about datin
Just worry about Dej whether you singing or you rappin
All these bitches got opinions
Cause you fucking over half em
Anybody want war it aint shit to get it crackin
Cause nigga where Im from they use alleys for the caskets
Im not tryna promote violence, a lot of shit be on my conscience
Never been baptized, I got demons in my body
And I pray from time to time, I be like 'Lord, get em off me'
I just want to be wealthy, way more to it than money
Dont nobody keep it real, half these rappers is phony
They aint really getting money, pockets flat as my stomach
I dont merge in niggas lanes, I got tunnel vision
Fuck a buffalo stud no pun intended
Its so hard, I still play it like Pun existed (Big Pun)
Teach the kids to be bosses, no dumb decisions
Look, all yall fraud niggas, all yall broad niggas
And most of em foul, thats exactly why I charge bitches
My niggas put up buckets, pour some soul with it
You got a team full of ball hoggers and soft niggas
Scared to let your mans ball, these niggas Ken dolls
Imma put me on then put my friends off
Niggas try to talk to me, I put em in that friend zone
Sophisticated thug, you know the suit, ties, the Timbs on
We be off the Hen-dog, dont chase it for nothing
And you be on that bullshit, basically fronting
Im basically running, anything go in front me
Try to stop me, I go crazy, I get to clicking and dumping
I probably leave a nigga boiling like chickens and dumplings
Cornbread, cabbage, soul food, Ill blow up your muffin
Fuck it, all I want is checks with them commas with no drama
Respect, loyalty, money and power
Round table, we gon eat like them mobsters
Im a monster, this music shit it come so easy, I got it
Bitch, I got it, oh, I got it
Bitch I got it
It come so easy, I got it
I got it
IBGM
Yeah, we got it, we got it