I Dun Came Up

[Verse 1: Eddy Baker] Yeah I'm working double time got that money on my mind I'm addicted to the grind it won't stop (4x) Real shit nigga I done smoked a pound of chronic had the kush on deck couldn't smoke the profit niggas always talking guns But they scared to pop it never scared to hit a lick always down for robbing if my pockets low bitch I'ma make some profit It ain't shit really sweet this ain't Baskin Robbins rap smoke sell drugs that's my main 3 hobbies yeah I make a lot of songs But got G's behind me made my name on my own ain't no cheese behind me bitch I always been loyal you can ask my [?] Hard times still did me grimey now I'm out here on my own smoking strong while driving a lot of niggas tried to downplay Cut em like a [?] bitch been a fucking asshole since the 12th grade always had a hustle I can get it more than 12 ways Say what you want little bitch I do my damn thing [Verse 2: Chris Travis] I don't stress shit protons in my spliff bitch I meant to say blunt I dont even smoke that shit frappes for your bitch While we sitting on a hill girls like to talk a lot so I drug em til they chill man I just be for real all I see is [?] of this young black man rapping sitting on a mil bitch its kill or be killed no love for the real No love for these niggas bitch I'm all about my bills