alligot-needalotmore

Hold on, hold on (alright)
 This my new shit right here, let me show you
 All I got, need a lot more
 Don't got a key to get in this locked door
 All I got, more than I had
 Bought all, so I barely put a dime in the bag
 All I need, a step over comfortable
 Bill Cosby dough, vodka to Huxtable
 Amen, I'm famous and untouchable
 The underground understand the dough undetuctable (whoa)
 Watching Good Times was troublesome
 Watching niggas broke like me, I had to bubble something
 Get chewy, I'm starting to feel like I'm bubblegum (woo)
 Starting to feel like-
 And I don't got no ice, all I got is clout
 And all I do is raise the prices up in the drought
 And I don't got no friends, all I got is co-workers
 With Mac-10s that'll slide you down like soul searchers
 And no purpose, jokesters and clowns
 And I ain't got no circus, with no money back
 I don't got no reimbursements
 All I got is pounds and your Sunshine Anderson lines ain't working now
 Lines got broken down, yeah, niggas eyes got opened up
 That's when they realized that their gods ain't slowing up
 Remind myself of Chaka Khan when she was blowing up
 What else?
 I don't got shit, coke, weed, dope, speed
 Hustle every day, all I got is coke and weed
 I don't got shit, that's the reason for this song
 The reason why I rob you, .38 long, 1212-Skinnys
 58 longs, 120, 510s, weed in a bong
 Whatchu want, eighteen-half of a jar?
 I don't got four and a half to last to tomorrow
 I don't got a damn thing
 Damn watch, damn ring
 I am the stars, no raps, same bars
 War scars, open gates, more bars
 Speak from the heart, young boy large
 Youngin you can eat with me or you can starve
 You don't got shit except the vodka in the bar
 I don't got shot, 'cause there's fuck up in the heart
 Go man, old me, c'mon, boy, c'mon
 That shit hard right there
 Thank you, just doing my job, just doing my job