[Intro]
They see you with me, then you labeled a target
My side in them trenches, still clutchin' on glizzies, sometimes I forget I'm an artist
Sometimes I forget I'm an artist
Sometimes I forget I'm an artist
Sometimes I forget I'm an artist
If they see you with me, then you labeled a target
On my side in them trenches, still clutchin' on glizzies, sometimes I forget I'm an artist
They see you with me, then you labeled a target
My side in them trenches, still clutchin' on glizzies, sometimes I forget I'm an artist
[Chorus]
If they see you with me, then you labeled a target (Bah)
On my side in them trenches, still clutchin' on glizzies, sometimes I forget I'm an artist (Rrah)
Don't send me your music, I don't wanna hear it, you fuck niggas pussy and garbage
I been talkin' my shit since a baby, I'm itchin' for smoke, don't forget that I'm heartless (Don't forget that I'm heartless, bitch)
That mean your kid can get it, I hop out and hit it, won't stop 'til it's finished (Rrah)
I can't stop my lil' brother from spinnin', I ain't even trippin' as long as we winnin' (As long as we winnin')
If that shit 'bout a bag, then I'm goin' to get it, they know that I'm with it (They know that I'm with it)
[Verse 1]
I always wanted money, but I just hate that the fame came with it (Fuck)
Hard to adapt to all this change, gotta stay on my pivot
Easy to lose it all at once once you in this position (In this position)
The money came and made all them start to look at me different (Looked at me different)
I ran it up, but I still feel like it's something that's missin' (Something that's missin')
I searched for love, then I got lost fuckin' 'round with these bitches (With this bitches)
In my feelings 'bout my bitch while I link back with my mistress (What the fuck?)
She say I'm heartless and I'm distant, but I'm from the trenches (What the fuck?)
We was taught love get you killed, so I can't put my trust in no one
Niggas say we pussy, but them bitches don't even know us
I won't send a threat, just send a text like, "Come and show us"
Like, "Come and show us"
Stop postin' all them pistols if you know you ain't gon' blow one
They see you with me, then you labeled a target
My side in them trenches, still clutchin' on glizzies, sometimes I forget I'm an artist
Sometimes I forget I'm an artist
Sometimes I forget I'm an artist
Sometimes I forget I'm an artist
If they see you with me, then you labeled a target
On my side in them trenches, still clutchin' on glizzies, sometimes I forget I'm an artist
They see you with me, then you labeled a target
My side in them trenches, still clutchin' on glizzies, sometimes I forget I'm an artist
[Chorus]
If they see you with me, then you labeled a target (Bah)
On my side in them trenches, still clutchin' on glizzies, sometimes I forget I'm an artist (Rrah)
Don't send me your music, I don't wanna hear it, you fuck niggas pussy and garbage
I been talkin' my shit since a baby, I'm itchin' for smoke, don't forget that I'm heartless (Don't forget that I'm heartless, bitch)
That mean your kid can get it, I hop out and hit it, won't stop 'til it's finished (Rrah)
I can't stop my lil' brother from spinnin', I ain't even trippin' as long as we winnin' (As long as we winnin')
If that shit 'bout a bag, then I'm goin' to get it, they know that I'm with it (They know that I'm with it)
[Verse 1]
I always wanted money, but I just hate that the fame came with it (Fuck)
Hard to adapt to all this change, gotta stay on my pivot
Easy to lose it all at once once you in this position (In this position)
The money came and made all them start to look at me different (Looked at me different)
I ran it up, but I still feel like it's something that's missin' (Something that's missin')
I searched for love, then I got lost fuckin' 'round with these bitches (With this bitches)
In my feelings 'bout my bitch while I link back with my mistress (What the fuck?)
She say I'm heartless and I'm distant, but I'm from the trenches (What the fuck?)
We was taught love get you killed, so I can't put my trust in no one
Niggas say we pussy, but them bitches don't even know us
I won't send a threat, just send a text like, "Come and show us"
Like, "Come and show us"
Stop postin' all them pistols if you know you ain't gon' blow one
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