[Intro]
(Cash made it)
[Verse]
Yeah, I know
Seen too many niggas fall victim this close
You just gotta make it through the rain, I been broke
Yeah, these niggas speakin' what they done, I spent more
I just caught a traffic ticket in that big Ghost
Thought she was in love with the boy, I went broke
Said he got the line, red or purple? I mix both
I've been showing love for too long, it gotta stop
Fuck the haters, fuck the opps
Fuck the ones who ain't believe
Fuckin' hoes, fuck the cops
If this rapping stop today, then fuck the label, buy a block
Would you drop the number for me if I come and buy a lot?
Money long, time not
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
I've been ballin' for this long, never took a time-out
All that rich nigga shit, it stop when you sign out
Left the club, they like, "Save me", I can hear 'em cryin' out
Man, I hope your gettin' yours, 'cause I'm getting mine now
We can't find him, smoke his friend, this ain't fuckin' How High?
Man, I went from Chinese food, I'm in Mr. Chows now
I'ma try and fuck 'em all, tell them bitches calm down
It's a movie at the jeweler, you would've thought they all knew me
I'm stuffin' money in Ksubis
It's outside, you see 'em shooting
Your bitch act just like a groupie
Text her now, she wanna do me
Put my youngin on the train
I'm so cold, I could've flew him
I'm so cold, I bought another Moncler for the summer
He ain't with us, then it's fuck him, I know
You can try to get out here, and get it, die broke
I can count a quarter million in hundreds blindfolded
Yeah, I'm sensing hate from the niggas that I love
Keep it real, nigga, what's up?
How the fuck we movin' on, girl, if we ain't got trust?
The industry feelin' lame, so they went and got us
Yeah, I shedded tears for my nigga
I'm going to California for November
I'm rappin' more, just focused on the digits
If them numbers ain't right, nigga, you can go and end it
Man, I'm straight
Plug threw the ball, home run, slid in safe
I done made it through some hard times, once I say
How hard is it for you to keep it real? Niggas fake
Appreciate the ones who kept it solid, niggas break
One day I'll probably be a million up, fill the safe
One day I'll pull my niggas off the street, now we straight
You know that I've been on it for a minute, niggas late
I was told fuck what niggas think, get the pape'
(Cash made it)
[Verse]
Yeah, I know
Seen too many niggas fall victim this close
You just gotta make it through the rain, I been broke
Yeah, these niggas speakin' what they done, I spent more
I just caught a traffic ticket in that big Ghost
Thought she was in love with the boy, I went broke
Said he got the line, red or purple? I mix both
I've been showing love for too long, it gotta stop
Fuck the haters, fuck the opps
Fuck the ones who ain't believe
Fuckin' hoes, fuck the cops
If this rapping stop today, then fuck the label, buy a block
Would you drop the number for me if I come and buy a lot?
Money long, time not
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
I've been ballin' for this long, never took a time-out
All that rich nigga shit, it stop when you sign out
Left the club, they like, "Save me", I can hear 'em cryin' out
Man, I hope your gettin' yours, 'cause I'm getting mine now
We can't find him, smoke his friend, this ain't fuckin' How High?
Man, I went from Chinese food, I'm in Mr. Chows now
I'ma try and fuck 'em all, tell them bitches calm down
It's a movie at the jeweler, you would've thought they all knew me
I'm stuffin' money in Ksubis
It's outside, you see 'em shooting
Your bitch act just like a groupie
Text her now, she wanna do me
Put my youngin on the train
I'm so cold, I could've flew him
I'm so cold, I bought another Moncler for the summer
He ain't with us, then it's fuck him, I know
You can try to get out here, and get it, die broke
I can count a quarter million in hundreds blindfolded
Yeah, I'm sensing hate from the niggas that I love
Keep it real, nigga, what's up?
How the fuck we movin' on, girl, if we ain't got trust?
The industry feelin' lame, so they went and got us
Yeah, I shedded tears for my nigga
I'm going to California for November
I'm rappin' more, just focused on the digits
If them numbers ain't right, nigga, you can go and end it
Man, I'm straight
Plug threw the ball, home run, slid in safe
I done made it through some hard times, once I say
How hard is it for you to keep it real? Niggas fake
Appreciate the ones who kept it solid, niggas break
One day I'll probably be a million up, fill the safe
One day I'll pull my niggas off the street, now we straight
You know that I've been on it for a minute, niggas late
I was told fuck what niggas think, get the pape'
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