360 - Lookin' Like I'm Signed lyrics

rate me

She said looking like I’m signed

Bitch I’m living like I climb

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

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 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 have to kiss ass

Done came up this fast?

Their mad

Cause they got more cake but I hold more weight

Garner rich nigga hate

My bad

If I had to step on your toe

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 O

Now a nigga bout to murder it(everybody)

Give praise to the most high (all mighty)

Two words for the competition (so sorry)

I ain’t never gonna sell my soul (for nobody)

had to come this far by myself

I was born in this world, by myself

I’mma die in this world, by myself

When I get to where I’m going, I don’t need your help, nigga

She said looking like I’m signed

Bitch I’m living like I climb

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

She said looking like I’m signed

Bitch I’m living like I climb

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

Smoke, break, break, break

Smoke, break, break, break

Smoke, break, break, break

Smoke, break, break, break

Came through stomping in my stelfs

You think you balling cause you got a Gucci belt?

Nigga you out here crying for help

Bitch I’m signed to myself

Go sign, what Go sign?

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 rogue 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 May weather

Dat nice, like May weather

She said looking like I’m signed

Bitch I’m living like I climb

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

She said looking like I’m signed

Bitch I’m living like I climb

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