[Intro]
Gang
Ayy, where [?] at?
He told me make the song anyway
He sleek
Alright, fuck it (Fuck it)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
I'm too real, that why these fuck niggas here can't feel me (Nigga can't feel me)
I'm still in these streets, this door still open to kill me (Still open to kill me)
Money don't make me a nigga, I already done ran through millions (I ran through shit)
Fuck this rap shit, I see my target, I'ma shoot it from— Mm-mm-mm
( Wyatt Get To It )
Pull up
This that industry invasion
Come from the trenches where it made me (It made me)
None of these labels bettеr not pay me (Uh-huh)
You either gon' lovе me or hate me (Facts)
I don't fuck with none of these rappers
Surrounded by killers, connected with trappers (Trappers)
I ain't doin' none of this get-back
I came in with me, that's how I'm gon' end it (That's how I'ma end it)
Only the streets support me, that's why I go diamond in the streets (Everytime)
I ain't no role model, this life I live, you can't be me (You can't)
I was with Trey, we started with a ounce, we worked our way to a P (To a P)
Lookin' up the Beamz, layin' down on the law, tryna get rich and get us a ki (Yeah)
This that industry invasion
Ain't no nigga that I'm praisin' (Uh-uh)
Fuck you, I don't need niggas to plug me 'cause none of these niggas can turn me up
Niggas be ridin' the wave
I stay in my lane, 'cause I know what's up (I do)
Rappin', portrayin' they killers, but, in real life they ain't killed nothin' (Ain't killed—)
I come through in the Lamb', fresh out the stolo, all black Impala (Skrrt)
Bitches say I'm a dog unless I got diamonds on my collar
They all look at me crazy 'cause I want me a song with Justin Bieber (Yeah)
Theys say one of the hottest rapper
'Cause a nigga is cappin', I don't believe 'em (Facts)
Gang
Ayy, where [?] at?
He told me make the song anyway
He sleek
Alright, fuck it (Fuck it)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
I'm too real, that why these fuck niggas here can't feel me (Nigga can't feel me)
I'm still in these streets, this door still open to kill me (Still open to kill me)
Money don't make me a nigga, I already done ran through millions (I ran through shit)
Fuck this rap shit, I see my target, I'ma shoot it from— Mm-mm-mm
( Wyatt Get To It )
Pull up
This that industry invasion
Come from the trenches where it made me (It made me)
None of these labels bettеr not pay me (Uh-huh)
You either gon' lovе me or hate me (Facts)
I don't fuck with none of these rappers
Surrounded by killers, connected with trappers (Trappers)
I ain't doin' none of this get-back
I came in with me, that's how I'm gon' end it (That's how I'ma end it)
Only the streets support me, that's why I go diamond in the streets (Everytime)
I ain't no role model, this life I live, you can't be me (You can't)
I was with Trey, we started with a ounce, we worked our way to a P (To a P)
Lookin' up the Beamz, layin' down on the law, tryna get rich and get us a ki (Yeah)
This that industry invasion
Ain't no nigga that I'm praisin' (Uh-uh)
Fuck you, I don't need niggas to plug me 'cause none of these niggas can turn me up
Niggas be ridin' the wave
I stay in my lane, 'cause I know what's up (I do)
Rappin', portrayin' they killers, but, in real life they ain't killed nothin' (Ain't killed—)
I come through in the Lamb', fresh out the stolo, all black Impala (Skrrt)
Bitches say I'm a dog unless I got diamonds on my collar
They all look at me crazy 'cause I want me a song with Justin Bieber (Yeah)
Theys say one of the hottest rapper
'Cause a nigga is cappin', I don't believe 'em (Facts)
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