Chicken

I'm a real deep thinker, you know?
 Sometimes it don't even be about nothing serious
 I'm just real observant; and I know this
 Why do you niggas be hatin' man?
 Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission
 Nigga on the grind
 Trying to hustle for the chicken
 I ain't really tripping, dog, I'm with it if you with it
 Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute
 Take it to the limit, I mean, why not
 I really had to earn everything I got
 Look back at 'em and I said, "bye, bye"
 Laughing at these niggas like, "ha! Ha!"
 Why you worshiping money? What's close to a nigga
 All hooks, no bars, I'm exposing you niggas
 Scared to fall in love, they just ho's to a nigga
 Hit it one time, she propose to a nigga
 Let me get a chance
 Fifteen my brother dies, wasn't in the plans
 Step-pops in the fans so I've been the man
 I'ma keep killing beats, let them niggas dance
 Thinkin of the times I was starvin'
 Home was for my daughter but the pain make me harder
 Jumping off the bench cause the game need a starter
 Current top five bring my name up regardless
 Bro you know you flow trashy
 I don't like you nigga if you wanted it then get at me
 Pretty boy style but I keep the hair nappy
 Turn Kylie to a women
 Have her stuntin' like her daddy
 Got the hustle of an athlete
 Keep your mind subtle you in trouble if you lackin'
 It's practice, double up the madness
 A budget for the fashion and a hundred for the taxes
 Obama tryin' to jack us
 Die for my tribe man these niggas got it backwards
 No love for these bastards
 All for my ex she ain't never been a factor
 Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission
 Nigga on the grind
 Trying to hustle for the chicken
 I ain't really tripping, dog, I'm with it if you with it
 Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute
 Take it to the limit, I mean, why not
 I really had to earn everything I got
 Look back at 'em and I said, "bye, bye"
 Laughing at these niggas like, "ha! Ha!"
 From Afghanistan where you never get a chance
 And the rest of the world treats you lesser then a man
 Doing what I can but the pressure in the plan
 Homeless with a child, had to dress her in the Van
 You wouldn't understand so just call me what I am
 I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake, my nigga, Aubrey got the Grams
 Tomorrow's never promised so I party with the fam
 I need it more then you, I'm so sorry for this man
 I'm feeling blessed lately, selling out shows
 Now the ho's wanna date me
 You don't like me now, I'ma probably make you hate me
 Made my mamma proud, give a hell why you rate me
 Yeah, now it's back to the basics
 He gave me the vision, thankin' God for the Lasik
 Praise every quote, so close, I can taste it
 All I know is three's, 'til them niggas learn the language
 I met a chick out in Portland
 Face wasn't nothin' but her lips were enormous
 Tits made her gorgeous
 The hips was proportional
 Only call me daddy, think I turned her to an orphan
 We gonna end up with a fortune
 Scoop your gal up cause the engine full of horses
 I pray we make it to the morning
 Album number one, you can take it as a warning
 Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission
 Nigga on the grind
 Trying to hustle for the chicken
 I ain't really tripping, dog, I'm with it if you with it
 Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute
 Take it to the limit, I mean, why not
 I really had to earn everything I got
 Look back at 'em and I said, "bye, bye"
 Laughing at these niggas like, "ha! Ha!"