Lookin' Like I'm Signed - 360, Smoke DZA

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