Rocking Chair

(Ayy, yo, G4) (Yo, S Finesse this one) Yo, yo Imagine if the whole of us were free I'm pissed that all my niggas didn't even get to see It's killing me inside but I gotta keep it G And secretly I know that I'm addicted to the weed It's got me vibrating on a higher frequency Or maybe that's just me, I got this ting down to a T Plus I got this ting down on her knees Had to rare her in her head cah she hurt me with her teeth I owe it all to God, you can't question my belief Fuck the industry, we're platinum in these streets We been killing them for years, don't believe, I got receipts And I ain't gonna stop until the mission is complete I'm getting to the money, go to sleep and then repeat I got a whole heap of money to retrieve And I got way more tings I need to achieve I bet you never know I had tricks up my sleeve I turn this bitch up about sixty degrees They thought I'd fall off, nigga, please And I don't wanna have to make the MAC trigger squeeze The scene ain't prepared for this album release And I don't even care what position that it reaches As long as all the gangsters have got it in their speakers As long as all the fly chicks have got it on their playlists I used to see the night shift turn into the day shift My 5110 Nokia was changing faces Them times you niggas couldn't even tie your laces And these are little niggas that they try and compare man with The other day I had to ask Nina, "How dare they?" My baby's upset cah she had a bad hair day I hear say them niggas broke but that's just hearsay But I don't even care, do it in a mask and then I say I shot him there Made it out the mud, I'm tryna live to see a rocking chair Uh I thought I knew that bitch I ain't on the block fam, I outgrew that shit I stopped feeding all these lazy niggas I ain't entertaining it if it ain't making figures Look at my neck, there ain't a cloud in sight We outside, tell them hoes it's going down tonight I'm a legend on the scene I get mills off of rap and it's less than a penny off a stream, uh Ice City going platinum when I write a caption Caught a case but I'll beat it like Michael Jackson Told my niggas "One day I'll make a million pound" Half of them were dropped out, half are still around I watched my niggas fiend off of drinking lean Like fuck that codeine, get back on your deen I got some nice watches plotted in the safe They wanna run off on the plug, I'd rather rob him to his face If I had a penny for every kilo that I flipped Playing Money Up, was like a casino on the strip, uh This how being paid feels? Comes like I made mills just to pay bills Too much broke bitches calling niggas broke And too much niggas acting like bitches, it's a joke Driving with my weapon, I ain't fighting, this ain't Tekken Either line him up or chef him, I've been grinding every second Only God can judge me, there ain't a nigga that I fear For about three seasons, I was driller of the year Used to wear my guy's coats, now the gang's all fresh I ain't an ordinary nigga, I'm the man in North West You might as well chill at that age Grown men out here trapping for minimum wage It's mad, I miss getting bud paper But these rap cheques are much safer It's Nines