Rookie of the Year

[Intro]
David Wesson
Yeah, uh
Yeah, come on, uh

[Verse 1]
They tried to keep me out the hood, I still be there everyday
Went and hit her on the block, can’t let no hoes know where I stay
Used to hold me off bills, they like dang to my face
I know all that shit gon’ change if a nigga blow today
Carry cash, no cards, I’ll buy the whole bank
You drinkin’ lean to look cool? Still sippin’ [...] drink
Ain’t got no love for no hoes, I’m in love with Ben Frank-
Let the hood give me a statement, I’ll leave that bitch blank
I ain’t these rap-niggas, I can show your ass a hunid long
You stressin’ over rats, I’m doggin’ hoes that look like Nia Long
Been that nigga in my city way before I made a song
And now, I’m world wide, still slappin’ off a minute-phone
Hangin’ out the roof, cut the top on a new ‘Vette
Still was fuckin’ model hoes before the blue check
That outdated ass kit, you need a new set
I’m up now, don’t give a fuck who up next, uh

[Chorus]
Rookie of the year, and I’m all over my pros, eh?
These lame niggas actin’ tough for the hoes, eh?
I can’t fuck with no bitch with no goals, look
Fuck niggas, I’ll get it on my own, eh?
Yeah, these lil’ boys like my sons, nigga
I’ll make a grown bitch want a young nigga
I’ll turn a broke bitch to a gold-digger
Middle of the summer, yeah, I’m still froze, nigga

[Verse 2]
Young nigga a real boss, you see me, I get soft
You stuck in the hood, come to the crib, you might get lost
Chain yellow-gold, know my haters, they pissed off
Arrogant as hell, yeah, I think I’m the shit, dawg
Sittin’ in a crib full of glue and a hunid cash
We ain’t doin’ arts and crafts, nigga, with your goofy ass
Piece $30K, link ten, nigga, do the math
Got her tryna fuck the whole clique, with her groupie ass
You wait in line, I’m slappin’ five’s with the club owners
Come to me, what you need?, I got the plug on it
Hit her once, now she say she want a son from me
Went and told her friends about it, now her girls want me
I got options, I got dubs, I got [...] in my pocket
Like Melo, we gon’ cut you out the picture with the Rocket
I’ve been grindin’ 24/7, ain’t no stoppin’
Money on the floor, like a janitor, we moppin’, uh

[Chorus]
Rookie of the year, and I’m all over my pros, eh?
These lame niggas actin’ tough for the hoes, eh?
I can’t fuck with no bitch with no goals
Fuck niggas, I’ll get it on my own, eh?
Yeah, these lil’ boys like my sons, nigga
I’ll make a grown bitch want a young nigga
I’ll turn a broke bitch to a gold-digger
Middle of the summer, yeah, I’m still froze, nigga