Pardon Me

Drop Top Wizop Wordplay A nigga so fly that I should have been a pilot I know a nigga rap but I could have been a stylist Feel like a jeweler 'cause I rock so many diamonds (bling) Could never run for president, my past too violent Fam so broke that I had to start grindin' Why I'm lookin' bummy? Everybody else shinin' Turned into a burglarer and did a couple break-ins Started as a corner boy, then turned into a kingpin Walkin' in Magic lookin' like I were El Chapo Hot damn Gucci, that's a cold-blooded Hublot I can't even fuck with one hoe, I need two And you ain't gotta call hoe, I don't need you Jumpin' out a car with no roof in a suit hoe What type of nigga do the shit that I do hoe? Started as a group, but I'm so dope I went solo Get your ass knocked off and call it free promo Chopper make a nigga back crack like Romo Gucci go hard on a bitch, no homo Pull up in an 18-wheeler, me dolo Feelin' like Sosa was born to move yayo Life's about taking risks I told my baby pray for me, I'm tryna be all I can be Put my pants on just like you, so why you envy me? I'm just tryna be all I can be Tryna live out my dreams, if I offend you, pardon me I'm just tryna be all I can be I'm just tryna see all that I can see Never mind me, I'm tryna be all I can be Ay, they wanna know, how does it feel to be a star? How's it feel to ride around the house for your car? How does it feel to not have to sell that raw? I'm told 'em I'm way more paranoid 'cause now they hate me more They say, "Rock, how does it feel to be last of a dying breed?" You pump life into these streets, they were in dire need Off that real shit, that softest, that uncut, that raw That shit that they jam to everyday when they jump up The law, the word, they meet me in the AM My voice I bring the gate in, in the evenings, still beatin' me Hit the club still playing, still playing when they leavin' (How does that make you feel?) It feels good, they believe me They receive me, I am how they perceive me I put my soul into these lyrics, listen, you will hear it Backseat Mulsanne, drop top and the don Where would the streets be without the Trap God and the don? Life's about taking risks I told my baby pray for me, I'm tryna be all I can be Put my pants on just like you, so why you envy me? I'm just tryna be all I can be Tryna live out my dreams, if I offend you, pardon me I'm just tryna be all I can be I'm just tryna see all that I can see Never mind me, I'm tryna be all I can be Fuck your CEO and tell 'em King Gucci said that 'Cause I ain't never ever hit a lick and brought the bread back That's your CEO? We used to gamble for his contract I damn near lost his first three albums playin' blackjack Standin' in the trap, catchin' J's in my wavecap Cappin' 'bout none of these niggas rappin' 'bout a fake trap Call Ghostbusters 'cause these niggas sellin' ghost crack Point 'em to the kitchen and the nigga need a robe Put me in the kitchen and I might just bring a whole back Put a hole in a nigga head, tell him "hold that" This that eggbeater music, get it out the bowl rap This that wife beater music, sell it while it wet rap You a dick rider and I never will respect that Came out, took my set back, I know they didn't expect that Gucci worth eight figures, but he tryna stretch that My partner turned informer on me, never woulda guessed that Life's about taking risks I told my baby pray for me, I'm tryna be all I can be Put my pants on just like you, so why you envy me? I'm just tryna be all I can be Tryna live out my dreams, if I offend you, pardon me I'm just tryna be all I can be I'm just tryna see all that I can see Never mind me, I'm tryna be all I can be, ay