I Can't Quit

Huh, hell naw I can't quit, Hell naw man we got too much money to be getting shot up Stay down, Grand Hustle Look, I'm this far from being a star and just that close to quitting I never should of came close to missing But I want to be a musician pimping not a politician Listen, feel my position it's a rough transition Plus I'm way too deep in the game to be trying to change For fortune and fame and glamor I can be in the slammer Or six feet up under Atlanta It's a blessing to breathe I walk the streets with seven felonies I'm blessed to be free Long as somebody up in heaven who keep blessing a G T.I.P. will still be blessing CD's So haters you can see these Cause I'm back now with something to prove Everything to gain pimping nothing to lose I ought to start smacking niggas when it's nothing to do They too big shoot them in the leg and even the odds Cause you ain't hard Unless you ran with Cap and see-Rod Trapped with K.T. and robbed with J.R Fucked hoes with D.P Broke bread with J.G Switched labels like K.P Who the fuck did all that, pimp? Me, even though I'd rather go back to slanging drugs and shit It's a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit I can't quit [Chorus] Even though polices hate I'm legit And rappers hate it cause they know I'm the shit Hell no I can't quit Some niggas hating on the money I'm getting Most of them hate it cause I'm fucking they bitches No pimping I can't quit Some niggas hating on the rocks and the rings Some of them hate cause they know I'm the King Hell no I can't quit People hate it when you better than them They ain't hating start worrying then Aye I'm winning I can't quit [Verse Two] It's been ten years a album and two deals For real we all know I should have sold two mill, at least It's all good though I flow for the streets I do it for y'all Every weekend see who in the mall Still in the trap signing your shirts giving you dap Kicking it with you then get you and your folk in the club Posing for pictures with girls Give them kisses and hugs Pouring out liquor at shows Passing niggas the dro One of the realest rappers niggas will know But niggas be hating To the point that they be calling the station ?Don't play his record? But they respect it cause I'm ready and focused And I see they petty and bogus I want you to know this But most of you know this Niggas in the game ain't real Gotta stay selling records cause the fame ain't shit And fuck the units that they name will sell It'll break your heart to see your favorite rappers lame as hell I can't quit [Chorus] [Verse Three] Some of the people some of the times pick with rhymes But they may not like one of the lines I'll tell you what I'll let you criticize me one at a time Those of you who think I'm too cocky get in front of the line Whether you don't like my ego or my arrogant flow Don't like that when you say I'm tight I say I already know Don't like how I was talking shit before my album could blow Thinking I need to calm it down be like the average Joe So, fuck you, them thoughts, and that little house you think I'm in Get a Benz I'll value your opinion then Think I give a fuck how many time my record spin Fuck what you recommend I'm back again! (Look pimping) I can't quit [Chorus]