Lyrics

"More"
(Intro)
I came from nothing nigga
And made it into something nigga
I built this
I built me
Worldwide (repeat 7x)
XcLewsive
Worldwide (repeat 6x)
XcLewsive, (Crank Lucas)

(Hook)
More contra, more kilos, more blanca, more fritos
More monster perrico, more concords, more pringles
More sponsors, more freak hoes, more conquers, more singles
More concerts, more c-notes, more commas, more zeros (si!)
More, I want more
I want more, nigga I want more (si!)
More, I want more
I want more, nigga I want more (si!)

(Verse 1)
As an adolescent started earning for my keep
A wild hound running round town no permit for my heat
Spent nights tossing and turning in my sleep
Not due to bad dreams, I was just yearning for the street
The kid restless, wasn't in a rush to live reckless
Was captivated by the money, not the big necklace
On a daily basis reviewing the biz checklist
Hustled from dusk til dawn and then I did breakfast (trill)
Number oriented with my math whiz methods
Living fast is hectic, getting cash is ethics
At least where I'm from, kitchen stashed with metric
System glasses yep it's pitchin class this epis-
Ode, and niggas know that's the hustler's anthem
Hit the route and ship it out for the bucks expansion
Dealing hard for trophy cars and a custom mansion
Till I reach my goals I'll be on the road fucking chanting

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Chop bricks, watch this, block get, blown up
Clock strips, rock pitch, prosperous, owner
Topless, hot whip, got shit, sewn up
Pockets, stocked with, guap bitch, sho nuff!
The bird surgeon, curve swerving
Curb serving, anybody with an absurd urging
Stacks from the first and third merging
Nigga the way I ball is why they created the verb splurging (si!)
Fresh from out the purest kitchen step into your jurisdiction
Chefs say can you cure this itching yes this man for sure is pitching
I got that white shit that's lower coast manure you're sniffing
I got that white bitch she can even lure Miss Christian
Mr. Missionary I'm a visionary
When I let precision vary see how long my division carry
Moving that shit like a severe case of dysentery
Take a wild guess what I'll be wanting til a nigga's buried

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
I will not be denied or deprived of
Anything I want cause, this ain't just to stunt bruh
It's a must to come up, comin where I come from
A nigga really done stuff, ain't no need to front none
I'm pushing for Trump bucks, so I move slump jums
Whip it, make it jump plus, hit the streets and run slums
Make that money pump up just to get lump sums
Don't ever get my funds fucked, I only tell you once son (once son)
The cold nigga with the savage flow
Laced in lavish clothes, that don't crease when the fabric folds
Far as habits go, known to slab this snow
Sell it where the addicts stroll, to stack up dufflebags of dough, nigga it's XcLewsive
Crankin and bankin til my casket close
Like my cabbage swole, banded up in the fattest rolls, letting maggots know
I won't be satisfied with the status quo
I want the most money and the baddest hoes, mafucka I want more

(Hook)