RWT

(álbum: Detroit - 2012)

[Intro:]
Yup, yup
I look up
Cause I can't look down on you bitch niggas no mo, man
If that casket ain't 24 karot gold when I die
Then I ain't made enough fucking money man and that's real talk
God

[Verse:]
This my roll weed time
Don't turn it into dead in the street time
Her legs do the peace sign
Know the hood so well don't need street signs
Young rich and iconic
Big titties I'm signing
Burning bitches and chronic
Big white smoke clouds every time I talk, does it look like I'm in a comic?
Everything I rock I designed it, realer nigga, won't find it
Okay, I be stacking that cheddar, bet that shit won't expire
Got me balling so hard, I need me Jerry Maguire
I made a mil before twenty-five, man and I ain't even no lie
Bitch I ain't saying that shit to brag neither, I'm saying that to inspire
I'm like, damn boy, fuck you saying boy?
Hating on me, knowing that you is a fan boy
When I'm around you call me Cause like we fam boy?
Rapping like me let's me know that I'm the man boy
Okay, Hennessy and Bombay is a real nigga entree
I gave her my grande, my food is picante
My girls is Beyonce, your boyfriend beyond gay
I seen him hang with Deandre and they was looking like prom dates
One time for my hood 'til I go in the ground
I'm throwing it up cause they holding me down
I'm perverted as fuck, got a pole in the house
Got your girl and your girl and they hoeing it out
But you standing outside cause no hoes is allowed
If you work like I work, you would throw in the towel
Once you get in this life, man, there's no coming out
And haters look at me like snow in the south
Surprise nigga
Man fuck it, I'm on, you off and I hope you die nigga
Why you alive nigga?
I'm stacking dough cause my momma addicted to spas
Yeah I'm the one that these hating niggas despise
You better take off your fucking disguise, nigga
Bitch-made it's in your eyes nigga
Lies nigga
Shut the fuck up, everything'll be fine
Cause this my roll weed time