Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lookin' Like I'm Signed , by - 360. Song from the album Foot2NeckSeason: Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lookin' Like I'm Signed |
| She said looking like I’m signed |
| Bitch I’m living like I’m |
| They say I’m ahead of my time |
| Shit I ain’t even in my prime |
| They said I’m out of my mind |
| Big chains, big whips, big cribs, that fancy shit |
| Young nigga started from the dirt |
| Every verse put it in a hearse |
| The real recognizing what it is |
| I got to tell the truth, I know it hurts |
| Your hustle ain’t my hustle nigga |
| Shit ain’t working out the way you planned it |
| I heard you signed to 360 |
| Ha, guess you really took my name for granted |
| This nigga just sold about 80 thou in his first week |
| We can both walk in the same club at the same time |
| And they’d notice me |
| They’re calling me a young OG |
| We both rocking, I’m rolling |
| I’m collecting all of my royalties |
| These motherfuckers can’t hold me |
| They mad |
| How a nigga this real who ain’t have to kiss ass |
| Done came up this fast? |
| They mad |
| Cause they got more cake but I hold more weight |
| Garner rich nigga hate |
| My bad |
| If I had to step on your toes |
| Sit back and let my ribs show, I suppose |
| Get the baking soda, turn the heat on the stove |
| Wasn’t stopping me then, had to eat off the Os |
| Now a nigga bout to murder it () |
| Give praise to the most high (almighty) |
| Two words for the competition (so sorry) |
| I ain’t never gonna sell my soul (for nobody) |
| I done came this far by myself |
| I was born in this world, by myself |
| Imma die in this world, by myself |
| When I get to where I’m going, I don’t need your help |
| Nigga! |
| Smoke, break, break, break |
| Smoke, break, break, break |
| Smoke, break, break, break |
| Smoke, break, break, break |
| Kushed God bitch, riiiiight, (smoke!) |
| Came through stomping in my stelfs |
| You think you balling cause you got a Gucci belt? |
| Nigga you out here crying for help |
| (Let it sink in), bitch I’m signed to myself |
| Cosign, what cosign? |
| I certified my own shit |
| You out here tryna get bored |
| I’m out here tryna own shit |
| I make the bitches go crazy |
| I make the hippies go crazy |
| Do shows, smoke weed, and they pay me |
| Take a trip with my lady |
| Sucker free, that’s the way to be |
| Been real the whole time, no favors B |
| Independent nigga doing it majorly |
| Something lettered in between A and Z |
| Ain’t a time I ain’t touring |
| Overseas with it, I’m riding foreign |
| Pics pop up when you google Ralph Lauren |
| And it ain’t a weed song if DZA ain’t on it |
| Niggas don’t want it, not now, not ever |
| Lyrically I’m Mayweather |
| Dat nice, like May weather |
| Ay nigga, ay nigga |