250 A.M. - Caleborate

I feel like the one, someone go let god know

I’m in another league like playing overseas

There ain’t too many of me up in this bitch so I’m taking what I need when I’m

up in this bitch

Like damn, damn

Here you go again with that lifestyle shit okay you right

But one thing I know is imma get some bread and get my niggas fed before I end

the night

Save my bread but you know I’m paid

Ass welfare but you know I came

Young and black and gifted so the police gon want me in chains

But naw naw naw not now

A niggas dreams worth way more than our house

Oh these girls they love that now, so they wanna crowd around like a colosseum

If I wasn’t popping, then I wouldn’t see 'em

You can keep that kitty I don’t wanna see it

No you need a nigga I don’t wanna be him

All these rappers rich and I just wanna be it

But I can’t pay my rent

When I get a check, that check getting spent

World don’t give you shit my nigga, so go ahead, go get rich my nigga

I feel like the one, someone go let god know

Them niggas on the block been waiting at the door

The niggas with the Glocks that pop like catfish in the pen when they drop (oh

oh)

I said I just want to know

Why the rent so high and we can’t stack our paper on the low, oh?

S aid I just want to go

Where the rent ain’t high and we can stack our paper on the low, oh

Where the rent ain’t high you’ll find me

Where the bullshit ain’t where I be

Where the hipsters all at the shows with the money and the clothes and they all

wanna say the n word ooh

The truth hurt don’t it?

My friends die over shit you flaunt it

Record labels say oh yeah they want it so I write all day just to keep this

comin'

I’m the one tell 'em all that I’m in effect

No flex when I type on the internet

When you alone with me, you say you into, I got a song with G I kinda figured

that

I’m not surprised, coming from the bay most people I know don’t ever get to see

the universe

Rather see they dreams than the bermuda first

Then they just survive till they see the

But that’s not from me I see Trestle Glen

Me and all my partners moving in

If you hating on me, know the business plan more bullet proof than 50 Cent, man

And this shit right here not random

This shit go cause we planned it

I be stacking up my dollars, till the rent ain’t high as Cameron

I feel like the one, someone go let god know

Them niggas on the block been waiting at the door

The niggas with the Glocks that pop like catfish in the pen when they drop (oh

oh)

I said I just want to know

Why the rent so high and we can’t stack our paper on the low, oh?

Said I just want to go

Where the rent ain’t high and we can stack our paper on the low, oh