No Hook

We could do it like how we used to with no hook
 Got a nice little breakdown for a verse and shit
 Uh, crumbling cookie crumbs into my bong and writing songs
 Niggas you took too long to come get that shit, now it's gone
 It sells itself when it's packaged this well
 Can't sit on the shelf
 They copping it in cases of twelve
 I shoot my shot at a bad bitch and pick up my shells
 We do our thing but don't kiss and tell, no paper trail
 I keeps it real and that shit pay me well
 On a major scale
 But I still push for expansion
 See it's really all about branding
 Internalizing the business mechanics, big in that tactics
 Got buildings in Cali, got ranches in Dallas, marijuana and cattle
 We slinging it all, see
 It don't matter, one stop shop
 Got the ZR1 with the top drop
 I'm parked outside of the strip spot
 These bitches delivering money knots
 they all smiling when they walk out
 Singles filed in a line
 They buss it down, they give me mine
 They love to give me mine,
 They love to see me shine
 Baby had a sparkle in her eye
 To me it looks like dollar signs (alright)
 Yeah, real nigga, authentic
 Batman, Bruce Wayne, still kicking
 Five cones, pour four, three cups, one nigga, two bitches
 Real nigga from New Orleans
 In the A, the booth still fucking with me
 Trademark straight pimping, sauce
 Dripping, six rings, Scottie Pippen
 I was too real for them lames
 I was always bout my change
 Four solo albums in, still doing my thang
 What the fuck is you saying?
 Y'all niggas faking and playing,
 Me I've been about my business
 Bank account that's my witness
 got a hundred mill on my wishlist
 No ain't speaking bout no money bitch
 I ain't really trying to hear the shit
 Talking bags in my convos
 Ninety bands stashed in the condo
 Boss man, I'm the CEO
 Tonto the head honcho
 Tell your worker run them bags over
 I need all my bands pronto
 Living life on the edge, I'm taking a risk
 I'm taking my shot, either make it or miss
 Used to be broke as a joke, my nigga that shit is no myth
 Was raised by queens
 But still it ain't no love for no bitch
 I'm cool as it get, I shine like the sun, I flooded my wrists
 She told me a mill, I'm fucking her friend in the back of the Benz
 Just me and my dogs, we killed this once
 We gonna kill it again
 My mama was working, my brother was trapping
 My pop in the pen
 They call it the ghetto, we call it the trap cause that's what it is
 I told my lil bro, them niggas be talking
 Don't trap out the crib
 I'm feeling like Mitch, I hustle like Nip, it's all money in
 One life to live, my homie got shot
 He took two to the ribs
 Cooking that audio dope
 They told me it's all in the wrist
 It's still fuck a lame,
 it's still fuck the world and fuck how you feel
 Could name a few kids who packing that steel
 It be real in the field
 My summers was cold, friends turn to foes
 It is what it is