sticks (end of part 1) Lyrics

We made it out of the sticks

Passer Mahomes, I ain't throwin' a fit

Can't believe we made it out of this bitch

They couldn't go without givin' me shit

And we really made it out of the mud

Cash on all who ain't show me no love

Remember when these bitches ain't wanna fuck

I been gettin' real luck

These Obama Runtz got me stuck

Yeah, I'm on my hot boy shit

K A M, it's O N E, A M O K, they been the clique

Jeans I wear Balmain, gas on propane, OG got rich off the cocaine

Me, I'm getttin' money off my literature, all these niggas ever do is ridicule

Queen Latifah time to set it off, workin' hard to become a boss

Y'all niggas gas, I'm the fuckin' star

How these niggas get up? Question mark

I been tryna get my flow back, back home like I'm Kodak

I been fire, niggas know that

When it comes to pen, I own that

I look up to motherfuckers like Hov, family ain't raise no little hoe

Never turn my back on my bros, never 'bout a bitch, niggas know

Sad I had to see day ones go, folded under pressure on the low

Remember had to wear each other clothes, now I'm the nigga bein' chose

I'm the one makin' dough (We made it out of the sticks)

Passer Mahomes, I ain't throwin' a fit

Can't believe we made it out of this bitch

They couldn't go without givin' me shit

And we really made it out of the mud

Cash on all who ain't show me no love

Remember when these bitches ain't wanna fuck

I been gettin' real luck

We made it out of the sticks

Passer Mahomes, I ain't throwin' a fit

Can't believe we made it out of this bitch

They couldn't go without givin' me shit

And we really made it out of the mud

Cash on all who ain't show me no love

Remember when these bitches ain't wanna fuck

I been gettin' real luck