Lookin' Like I'm Signed

[Hook – 360] She said looking like I’m signed Bitch I’m living like I’m [?] They say I’m ahead of my time Shit I ain’t even in my prime They said I’m out of my mind Big chains, big whips, big cribs, that fancy shit [Verse 1 – 360] Young nigga started from the dirt Every verse put it in a hearse The real recognizing what it is I got to tell the truth, I know it hurts Your hustle ain’t my hustle nigga Shit ain’t working out the way you planned it I heard you signed to 360 Ha, guess you really took my name for granted This nigga just sold about 80 thou in his first week We can both walk in the same club at the same time And they’d notice me They’re calling me a young OG We both rocking, I’m rolling I’m collecting all of my royalties These motherfuckers can’t hold me They mad How a nigga this real who ain’t have to kiss ass Done came up this fast? They mad Cause they got more cake but I hold more weight Garner rich nigga hate My bad If I had to step on your toes Sit back and let my ribs show, I suppose Get the baking soda, turn the heat on the stove Wasn’t stopping me then, had to eat off the Os Now a nigga bout to murder it ([?]) Give praise to the most high (almighty) Two words for the competition (so sorry) I ain’t never gonna sell my soul (for nobody) I done came this far by myself I was born in this world, by myself Imma die in this world, by myself When I get to where I’m going, I don’t need your help Nigga! [Hook][x2] [Bridge] Smoke, break, break, break Smoke, break, break, break Smoke, break, break, break Smoke, break, break, break [Verse 2 – Smoke DZA] Kushed God bitch, riiiiight, (smoke!) Came through stomping in my stelfs You think you balling cause you got a Gucci belt? Nigga you out here crying for help (Let it sink in), bitch I’m signed to myself Cosign, what cosign? I certified my own shit You out here tryna get bored I’m out here tryna own shit I make the bitches go crazy I make the hippies go crazy Do shows, smoke weed, and they pay me Take a trip with my lady Sucker free, that’s the way to be Been real the whole time, no favors B Independent nigga doing it majorly Something lettered in between A and Z Ain’t a time I ain’t touring Overseas with it, I’m riding foreign Pics pop up when you google Ralph Lauren And it ain’t a weed song if DZA ain’t on it Niggas don’t want it, not now, not ever Lyrically I’m Mayweather Dat nice, like May weather Ay nigga, ay nigga [Hook][x2]