Eddy Baker, Chris Travis - I Dun Came Up lyrics

Yeah I'm working double time got
That money on my
Mind I'm addicted to the grind it won't stop
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 don't 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
It's kill or be killed no love for the real
No love for these niggas bitch
I'm all about my bills