Intro (If You Ever Think I Will Stop Going In, Ask Double R)

[Intro] Yeah, you know, if you thought I was going to stop goin' in You can ask double R, nigga That's Royal Rich [Hook] Could've been a doctor But I chose streets I could've been a lawyer But I chose streets Could've been anything I wanted to be But I chose streets (Nah, but be honest) Hm, the streets chose me [Intro] [Hook] [Verse 1] Hey Started with it, I ain't start with paper, started with nothin', uh Droppin' out the hot bars that'll let me hit the ground runnin', uh I was thirteen when a young nigga just don't know how to put it, yo I was drivin' at fifteen got tired of the bus, ha For the yellow cheese, I was gettin' cheese for the guy that wasn't, and Nigga wouldn't try me in high school cause I had alot of buzzin'(?) Fuck that, I'mma take shit like bloods and Talk like Thug when you see me in public You the predicate, nigga, I am the subject And I'm still goin' in but [Hook] [Verse 2] Hey some type of way went gold yea i got my first plaque Then my Hitta went platinum then went n got me some racks Got a black card, Visa cards, I don't like to walk around with cash I might kiss in the front, just know I don't kiss no ass [Interlude 1] I ain't drop no mixtape in two years, but I been still on that roll I been here for 25 years, thank God I'm still here But I know I gotta go, know I gotta go You ain't gotta go [Verse 3] Get money, don't play my nigga, I ain't never change, still goin' in Who the fuck said I wasn't gon' drop no mixtape? Who the fuck y'all think I'm is? Got alot of money, got alot of bitches, got alot of places that I still ain't been But I got more problems than all of that That's why I'm still goin' in [Interlude 2] Still goin' in, still goin' in I said I'm still goin' in, I'm still goin' in I'm still goin' in, when I start? Hey Double R, when I start? Royal Rich [Verse 3] I done made so much money, I got like four bank accounts I put this pistol to your head, give you somethin' to think about I ain't on vacation, I was chilling, they thought I was in a drought Fuck a rap career I'll make a transaction if it's for the right amount I got my hands on her she know that i feel her Hanged with drug dealers and nuthin but killers My money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling Yeah, yeah, yeah, the ceiling I ain't have no more room in the attic, we filled it Yeah, yeah, yeah Wanted for murder, but scoota make the beat All i just did was killed it I'm a rapper now but [Hook] [Outro] Still goin' in x7, aye I told y'all niggas man R.F(?) style for life