To My Little Homies - Childish Major

Yeah I came in with my own energy, so fuck who ain’t feelin' me

What you projectin', I’m expectin', your insides is dirty and itchy

Miss me like the toilet seat, you all pissy, and hella pissed off

Lesson to my lil' niggas back home, get rich dawg

Yeah, get rich dawg, yeah, get rich dawg

Yeah, get rich dawg

Niggas that hate you on your birthday

Deny you on your best day

Whisper all your blessings, screamin' out your mistake

Why I’m never surprised by a hater?

You just beggin' for WiFi to collect all my data

B-b-b-back before you knew I had that crack and always askin' for packs

I worked a fast food job for a slow ass check

Wouldn’t even ask you for a ride 'cause I had so much pride

I’d rather damn near die before I let you deny me

These days I’d damn near die before I ask you to sign me

And if I did, I need a couple more commas before I sign it

I put in hella work, I know my worth, I know I’m giant

My Mama said, «Tear it up, ain’t no cryin'»

I seen who move the ladder in they face when I was climbin'

Like it’s magic, made lemonade outta lime and good timin'

They try to slap me five, it’s like your mine, bad timin'

I see the pain in your face, you been sleepin' on diamonds

I came in with my own energy, so fuck who ain’t feelin' me

What you projectin', I’m expectin', your insides is dirty and itchy

Miss me like the toilet seat, you all pissy, and hella pissed off

Lesson to my lil' niggas back home, get rich dawg

Yeah, get rich dawg, yeah, get rich dawg

Yeah, ayy, watch your mouth about some Carolina shit

This for them boys still in the sticks, sippin' gin and fightin' pitts

Workin' hard like double shifts, package work before shift

And lil' Mama savin' tips, and study hard for scholarships

Ain’t no reward if ain’t no risk, I had to get up out that bitch

I had to jump up off the ledge and pray I’m landing on my ten

And pray my Mama keep her grin, I know she waitin' on the crib

Been Hollybrook since like '010, J street dirt in my blood

And I shed blood just for the win

Used to run around with Los, though we ain’t spoke

You still my kin that means forever, you my folks

Well you my brother to the end

Used to split the check with Frank, though you locked down

Your presence missed, I hate that shit had to go down

But keep your head up on the end

In the end, we Kings, Queens, rich soil and the crowns is all lit up

And love to hit the crib with the kids, it’s our winters

And if he passed you in the race, ayy, tell the world that’s my nigga

And if you see me in the place, then tell the world that’s my nigga