I Dun Came Up - Eddy Baker, Chris Travis

Real shit nigga I done smoked a pound of chronic had the kush on deck couldn’t

smoke the profit niggas always talking guns

But they scared to pop it never scared to hit a lick always down for robbing if

my pockets low bitch I’ma make some profit

It ain’t shit really sweet this ain’t Baskin Robbins rap smoke sell drugs

that’s my main 3 hobbies yeah I make a lot of songs

But got G’s behind me made my name on my own ain’t no cheese behind me bitch I

always been loyal you can ask my

Hard times still did me grimey now I’m out here on my own smoking strong while

driving a lot of niggas tried to downplay

Cut em like a bitch been a fucking asshole since the 12th grade always had a

hustle I can get it more than 12 ways

Say what you want little bitch I do my damn thing

I don’t stress shit protons in my spliff bitch I meant to say blunt I dont even

smoke that shit frappes for your bitch

While we sitting on a hill girls like to talk a lot so I drug em til they chill

man I just be for real all I see is

of this young black man rapping sitting on a mil bitch its kill or be killed no

love for the real

No love for these niggas bitch I’m all about my bills