CPR

They compare me to the rappers out the south, Who outdated And the other ones who had a couple hits, but barely even made it When they doubt me or they out me, make me stronger, make me face it But I know I’m not a phase, I'mma be one of the greatest In beginning, when I first started and I had dreams Didn’t wanna stop, wanna ta be a lyricist Then I switch the whole flow up, then started rapping about dope, got caught on that jewelery shit Before young Jeezy started rapping detailed about dope, I thought niggas don't wanna hear that shit I could've done that shit 5 years fore him, but they come along with them sentences Must have went to New York like a million times, got a mil’ on a table, I ain't even sign One out two and I turned it down, did a lot of shit in this life of mine I ain't have to help, I had to grind, no complaints These rap niggas, I know em all, 99% niggas lying It go industry, fake as fuck, you don't like it shut me up Niggas saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake em up Flat line heartbeat, game in a coma Nigga, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna Grew up up on that Outkast, every hood, I was an outcast In the middle of my hood, what break three stacks, get a hundred twenty five in a glad bag And we got big boy guns, hold hundred That’s for any pussy ass nigga wanna run up What it do, Ross? What’up, Wayne? Salute, Stunner, Gucci Mane Niggas ask me why I never done a song with Plies What's Understood don't got to be explained so I never replied Race for the money, never get tired Plug on the way, he never retired Order a Hundred and put that on my name Is death on the money, it’s blood on my chain That .40 we got bodies, niggas killing for hobbies We got hoes in the room, we got hoes in the lobby Bitches fucking for free, niggas killing for pennies CMG that the team, we in the streets and we winning HOOK Remember Sosa told Tony not to fuck with me Then then Sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep Then Tony wana go in but he ass dead So Tony should have listen to what Sosa said But he was fucking with that dope and he wasn't focused Read between the lines, I'm talking to you locals I'm talkin to any nigga that want war Then let me get my M's up, you don't want war HOOK I wanna, plant of marijuana Not a plant, but a field Not a field, but a dome See niggas cook yay Serve fiends, same home Same niggas, G’d up Bitch up, same zone I wanna, look at niggas different, but I can’t I wanna, try to trust these bitches, but I ain't Niggas instagramin cars that they know ain’t theirs You can be a fake rapper, now days nobody cares