Casino Dollaz - Rags 2 Riches

Wake up in the morning
I used to wake up in the morning just hit that corner
Remember being lonely ain’t nobody want my company
Found out my niggas was phoney Fuck niggas wasn’t at my homey’s
Treated me like I was Foreign acting like they know me
Now they sitting on a bench because I’ve been Ballin on em
I might flex on a bitch with my new lil Shorty
I know that all of my Ex’s sick the way I blew up on em (Ehh)
And you know I’m strapped so you better get back or I might shoot you Homie
I still pull up and chop it up with the old coons
I got women in my DM from my old school
Push to start, used to pull up in the old school
She want to fuck me even though she fuck with old dude
Say I’m aggressive and disrespectful and so rude
Like the way I choke her and Deep Throat her with no rules
I can fix a bitch nigga with my own tools
I go Dragon Ball Z on a nigga like I’m Goku
And I don’t even have to got bread up for a hitman
I can send in like four niggas with four triggers riding in a minivan
Nobody got a hit the first time my niggas gone spin again
Make a nigga famous they gonna play it live on CNN
Leaving niggas dead like my last situation
I was trying to teach em something they was just trying to debate it
Now they on the other side and I know they hate it
I got my own and I’m on, I got so much fucking paper
I used to wake up in the morning just hit that corner
Remember being lonely ain’t nobody want my company
Found out my niggas was phoney Fuck niggas wasn’t at my homey’s
Treated me like I was Foreign acting like they know me
Now they sitting on a bench because I’ve been Ballin on em
I might flex on a bitch with my new lil Shorty
I know that all of my Ex’s sick the way I blew up on em (Ehh)
And you know I’m strapped so you better get back or I might shoot you Homie
I aint finna argue I aint really with the yappin
I been savage since the day that I start trappin
I keep it solid I aint really with the cappin
I know crackheads in my hood that didn’t know that I was rapping
I was standing in the kitchen with the stove on high
Giving niggas lesson how to stretch it no lie
Showed em how to lock it and divide in a pie
And if im lying then im flying even though you know im fly
I came from a block where skinny niggas die
And fat niggas get money tryin to live it up
And poor niggas kick do’s and they gone try to rob
And I cant say some of them niggas wrong cause they just fed up
I’m still leaving niggas dead like my last situation
I was tryin to teach em something they just wanted to debate me
Now they on the other side and I know they hate it
I got my own and I’m on, I got so much fucking paper
I used to wake up in the morning just hit that corner
Remember being lonely ain’t nobody want my company
Found out my niggas was phoney Fuck niggas wasn’t at my homey’s
Treated me like I was Foreign acting like they know me
Now they sitting on a bench because I’ve been Ballin on em
I might flex on a bitch with my new lil Shorty
I know that all of my Ex’s sick the way I blew up on em (Ehh)
And you know I’m strapped so you better get back or I might shoot you Homie

Written by:
Casino Dollaz

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