Your big homies don’t got no paper.

Pure power don’t power trip.

Just as sure as Jay-Z used to run with Dame Dash. I promise you this, everyday I’m on yall ass.

Vision don’t mean shit if you don’t see it through.

I was going through some shit publicly, I aint hide it.

i used to count counterfeits now i count up in expensive fits

Been in my bag, but not no purses. Cashed out on the jesus piece, I do not do churches.

They owe some streaming money but I aint hurting. I told my young niggas how much, he said I woulda murked ‘em.

You aint got more money than me, fucking bonehead

Real business man, nigga, you’ll never hear me say my phone dead… matter fact, where the fuck my other phone at?

They mad my car is like an elephant. The trunk in the front.

broke the mircowave so we hit it with the blow-dryer.

“Whos the best?” is a horrible, rhetorical, sick question.

making paper but you need to stay grounded

its not that I can’t stop, its that I won’t stop.

I just turned my plug into a Reverend.

Wanted to tell God I don’t deserve this. Was afraid that he’d say I’d deserve less.

I felt disgruntled, I thought they would treat me better humble.

I keep cash incase cop arrest me - Incase kids kidnap me, kids can get back me.

Well Dame, if these niggas thought about theyselves for a change… then maybe they could finally figure out how to get themself some change.

I could've rapped about my hard times on this song But heaven knows I woulda been wrong I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us

80 pointers like a kobe game

House stupid, dumb big, my rooms got rooms.

I’m hearing voices in my head, think I’m schizophrenic. I swear they saying “Let’s Get It” from another planet.

I won't sit back and rap like these dumbass kids. I been around, I put it down, I ain't these young ass kids.

thats for even thinking of having them thoughts thought-up.

I aint a thug… how much 2 Pac in you, you got?

the strangest things can happen when rapping. when niggas get wrapped up in image and acting.

Pac got hit in the passenger seat. Big got hit in the passanger seat. I don’t ride around in the passenger seat.

what you base your happiness around? Materialism and large paper, that means you inferior not major.

no idea’s original. theres nothing new under the sun. its never what you do but hows it done.

at the same damn time

i hustle the 1st to the 1st

the worst get worse, then its good at the end, until you 42 talking about what you coulda been… yeah thats funny, yeah, but you dont even know that’ll be you in 20 years

if Columbus could steal land, bitch we can still land…

I be stacking my tickets my trying to sit with Hov

my baber gotta come to me because I’m big time.

imma be fly forever if the stove works

I guess its just the penalty of leadership. I guess I’m what niggas wanna be and shit. or niggas just bored… want to be and shit. or thet get to rapping, start believing it, think they Ali and shit.

sometimes I wish my fanbase was more like J Cole’s… but dopeboys gotta be the man like they know

now everybody asking what happened… they know

your favorite rapper’s dressing like comic con

Award shows the only way you bitches can rob me.

get money. get paper. get EVERYTHING. FUCK HATERS.

do what the numbers say, so i keep an eye on new 52 week highs

if you did it, i done before. if you get it, i had it, got mad at it, and dont want it no more.

the style got switched up, cause the last one got bit up

yeah lil’ homie yall can get down, but I bet yall can’t keep up.

you can be successful and have enemies. You can be unsuccessful too, and you can have friends

thats another difference thats between me and them… i smartened up, opened the market up.