1,2,3... Lyrics

To all my people in the city getting food stamps

All my niggas on the block with the tool kept

All my lady's at work tryna do they best

You a god in this streets so demand respect

Been a minute since I felt this

Feeling whole been a minute since I felt less

Keep the beats for myself yup I'm selfish

He caught shells over scales he a shellfish

I'm grown now so my bars match

No more rapping bout hoes and a starter cap

All I want is peace of mind and a cadillac

And if some cash come with it then I'm good with that

Swear to god boy he fresh like a winter breeze

Got connects you won't believe like a centipede

See I'm brave so don't agitate

I done seen niggas cave like hey hibernate

Best believe for the green I'll accelerate

Tell you how it really is they insinuate

Better come sign a nigga for your opps do

Leave blood stains at ya label like a piru

Fuck who you was see I'm him now

Told her I don't take Ls Leave her pinned down

One, two, three she a feign now

One, two, three its obscene now

Progress a slow process get it right

Broke bitches be a niggas only kryptonite

Only got one life better live it right

I'm working overtime baby kiss the kids goodnight

Yeah, kiss the kids goodnight

I'm working overtime baby kiss the kids goodnight