In The Pot Lyrics

We once was broke now we having a lot

It's a miracle how far a nigga really got

Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a

Yacht

Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot

Remember having nothing

Stomach touching

Them times was to bad

Then a nigga grew sav

Hunger for money grew fast

Watching whips pass

Like damn one day I'll get that

Soon I'll be able to get a break

Like a Kit Kat

On the hunt for some big racks

Like a bitch with double Z's

Found a way to get a bag

Now my shirt got double G's

Hunger pains no more

I'm eating Ruth's C's

Like Mickey D's

Rollie on the sleeve

Foreign up my V

I'm a different kind of nigga

Once was broke

Now I'm paid

And you begging me to lend ya

A couple b's

Like when I was hurting with no chips

You wouldn't do the same so the Answer is no bitch

We once was broke now we having a lot

It's a miracle how far a nigga really got

Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a

Yacht

Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot

In the kitchen whipping

I be feeling like chef Ramsey

Scraping up them extras

On my wrist is grammy

That's on my granny

I'm a be rich before my life end

I wish all of my niggas success before our lights dim

Hopping in that white Benz

AMG on some nice rims

Press the gas & watch it speed off

Fast as lightning

I hate my nigga died

On god he would have been right in

But now Bizz got them wings

Bentley & Brightling

Ain't no moral fighting

They didn't care for our hardships

Gave our ass chains & then hit us with hard whips

Now we bussin down our chains

Pushing them hard whips

They said we worked for the devil

But we felt it was God sent

We once was broke now we having a lot

It's a miracle how far a nigga really got

Sitting chilling smoke weed while I'm on a

Yacht

Thinking bout the kitchen & how we mixed it in the pot