| On Sau |
| Know what I’m tal’m bout |
| JRag on the beat! |
| On Sau |
| I grew up in the school of hard Glocks |
| New Year’s it ain’t no ball drop |
| Just some hustlers in the backyard |
| Letting the mall pop |
| I was a lil kid playing cops and robbers with pop rocks |
| Turns out the Niggas grew up to snitches would play the mild cops |
| My pops wanted me to stay green just like a frog hop |
| But I knew my destiny was to shine |
| My life a ball spot |
| I call shots |
| Steven Naismith, might make yo' jaw drop |
| Hit 'em with the chicken filet |
| After the crow hop |
| You row on a bitch Nigga |
| I play hard for six figures |
| Turned into a seven now I’m hated by the old Niggas |
| Hated by my own Niggas |
| I’m faded by the gold digger’s |
| A bitch can have give this bigger shovel |
| But can’t take my gold with her |
| A bitch can have the power of Cupid |
| But can’t take my soul with her |
| My heart died a long time ago |
| I lost it at the jury sto' |
| Replaced it at the findings sto' |
| And then I came back fo' mo' |
| My heart is now an engine ran off Codeine and fancy clothes |
| Big bags for classy hoes |
| My father always told me «Son be careful with them nasty hoes» |
| Until he seen me ride the rows |
| I had different goals |
| Made it out for thirty toes |
| Way before, I watched some shows |
| I smiled up a game, getting sold |
| Once again I can smile |
| And I can smile about that |
| Once again I can smile |
| Facts |
| I told you pop |
| Once again I can smile |
| I’m the kid that did |
| Once again I can smile |
| The one that done, the only one |
| You brought a bad motherfucker son, you understand me? |
| I got it out the mud |
| It was no handouts |
| And I didn’t wanna blend in |
| I had to stand out |
| It’s nothing just to break a couple bands now |
| And if your mans wanna trip |
| I take your mans out |
| Pull up, text a Nigga Uncle Sam now |
| My brother did over ten |
| Man let that man out |
| We ran up in that man called me a man-child |
| Mama caught me with that pistol «You a man now» |
| Threw my fists in the air, yeah I’m bout it bout it |
| Might A-walk a Nigga down but I’m a man without it |
| Circle way smaller than a sewing needle |
| And I’m a rock star |
| But I ain’t talking Beatles |
| The judge offered me some number |
| Made my stomach hurt |
| Now I’m on the run and enjoy my day |
| It ain’t a lawyer or a pill to make it go away |
| From LA to Las Vegas seen a brighter day |
| And I ain’t jail ride no mo' and Sauce riding J |
| Sauce signed me fo' two hunny |
| Man that shit was «Wow» |
| Gave my momma fifty so once again she can work |
| Once again I can smile |
| Yeah Ma', worked hard for this one baby, but you deserve the most |
| So |
| You was in my corner, and I’m in your corner like a towel boy |
| The world really dont wanna fight, baby |
| So just punch you the money |
| Oowee! |
| Once again I can smile |
| Once again I can smile |
| Once again I can smile |
| Once again I can smile |