The music video Wilt Chamberlin was released on 12 March 2019.
Yeah
I done spent the night in the stu'
Man, it's 11:30
'Til I feel it's done and shit
I been in this bitch like, thirty-six hours
Ayy, you know, Meek be calling me the golden child and shit
Yeah, it's probably 'cause, you know
(Why you call me the golden child, anyway?)
I was built for all this shit
Everything, like, I just
Whatever I do, man, good or bad
I just lay down on my bed, fuck it
I just lay down in my bed, fuck it
Wopskino ask if I want him dead
And I'm like, Yeah, fuck it
Them shootouts and high speeds
I made it out, but I ain't lucky
Had to walk home on the opps
They see that bitch 'cause I ain't tuck it
Jdot used to call my phone, tell me Pop outside, I'm already coming
He was thirsty to pick me up
'Cause both us trying to score a bucket
It was no one man above the group
We going fall together, fuck it (Fuck it)
But it's always just that one
With the biggest head, LeToya Luckett
Remember Rell turned himself in?
We was dropping Aca, tweleve or muddy
Fell asleep standing up in front of my mama
She knew I was up to something
Then I dropped out of school to get this money
She knew I was up-and-coming
Then I walked in the house one day with a Wilt Chamberlain
All hundreds
Since my first hundred K I was focused and kept saving
All hundreds
Everybody telling me do this and do that
Nigga, this ain't y'all money
When I was young I couldn't wait until I grow up
And I got my own money
Now I'm grown and got a son
Gotta keep it coming
Soon as I get done, back on the run
I can't sleep for nothing, uh
They gave me a million bucks to talk
So at least I speak for something, uh
Told them boys I wanna race
A hundred miles and running, uh
God forbid it's my time to go
Then I'm just going keep gunning, uh
I'm just going get money, uh
And when I make two hundred, uh
And my bitch got a bank account
With nothing less than four hundred, uh
You know I'm big dog, everything paid for
She ain't gotta spend no money, uh
Don't no female in my life
Get up and work for nothing, uh
My son grannies don't need nothing, uh
Aunties don't need nothing, uh
None of my brothers need nothing, uh
'Cept for probably a lawyer or something
Probably somebody to watch their daughter or something
Smoking v-line, need a quarter or something
Still know how to boil water, uh
Hit a bro if you need a order or something
He asked me to hold on tight to my past
Like a hoarder or something (Hoarder)
Can't trust all my homies
Feel like Rich Porter or something
If your mind was right
I might go have something cross the border coming
But niggas ain't ready to eat
I ain't going to war over nothing
Lost too many of my brothers to this shit
I can't afford another
You know I'm going go, right or wrong
So at least keep me informed or something
My mama must have prayed to gangsta God
Before I was born or something
You know I'ma hit a nigga but before I see the nigga
Just gimme a warning or something
Everywhere I go somebody recording something
Popping them all when I'm bored or something
Really I need an award or something
Bitch put me up on that boy for something
The shit I was doing in the streets
I ain't never seen you, but I'ma ignore it, it's nothing
Niggas say they getting their shit out the mud
Like my streets aren't as dirty as yours or something
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