8 Rangs

[Verse 1] In my own town I get fucking respect Because it's not who does it first It's who does it the best It's who does it the best Sadly in this game its not the same As who's cutting the check I do it for the glory Though the numbers can suck on my dick First time that I sell one of my records I don't need a cent Cause in my life on this Earth I wanna leave more than a dent Ocean to the sands of time I need more than a drip We more than a mist Important and missed Not to the hoarders and rich But to the poorest of kids I can't lie there still some days that I'm more of a pimp I'mma buy a house for every mom on my..... strip Forced to get this far off taking a few For just pushing the wrist [Hook] Still riding on niggas shooting bang bang Never picking up my phone let it rang rang Signing 6 figure checks but ain't a thang changed Even when I sleep I'm wearing 8 rangs [Verse 2] People in my circle that are seen as bizarre Its like they tryna gather around to feel the heat of a star I hop into my whip and grab the heat in my car My bitch tell me calm down She say you thinking too hard How many niggas need to shoot at my car How many times do I really have to use it this far She shuts up and feels dumb but feels sad That this is what my reality is She says I'm wasting my gifts [Hook] [Verse 3] At 14 I jumped off the stoop, nigga At 15 I learned how to soup, nigga At 16 I learned how to shoot niggas What that sound like? BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP nigga I done came a long way since a little boy All black flags in my hood like its Illinois [Hook]