[Intro]
Yeah
From the motherfuckin' top (Yeah)
Yeah
I told you motherfuckers I'd be back, nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, let's go
[Chorus]
I might forgive (Yeah), but I don't forget (Nah)
This dedicated to them niggas talking shit (All y'all niggas, nigga)
They say he fallin' off, he need another hit
His rap career's done, he need another brick (Huh? Let's go)
I might forgive (Yeah), but I don't forget (Haha)
This dedicated to them niggas talking shit (Yeah)
They say he fallin' off, he need another hit (Ayy)
His rap career's done, he need another brick (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Pocket-watchin'-ass niggas, yеah, I swear they got binoculars (Damn)
Cashin' out them buildings, yеah, the IRS be watchin' us (Woo)
Feds, they can't fuck with me no more, they used to stalkin' us (Haha)
Quarter-bird-ass niggas mad 'cause they used to shop with us
Yeah, this dedicated to anybody ever shitted on me (Shitted on me)
All those who ridin' with me, damn right, we did it, homie (Yeah)
Touchin' real paper now, yeah, this shit beyond rap (Rap, rap)
They ain't 'bout that shit they talkin', yeah, they just perform trap (Yeah)
I see 'em on the blogs, they don't never be at Chase (Nah)
Or Truist either, nigga, let's just set the record straight (Ayy)
I'ma get the last laugh while y'all thinkin' shit is funny (Yeah)
What's the goal, nigga, yeah, the fame or the money? (Let's go)
Yeah
From the motherfuckin' top (Yeah)
Yeah
I told you motherfuckers I'd be back, nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, let's go
[Chorus]
I might forgive (Yeah), but I don't forget (Nah)
This dedicated to them niggas talking shit (All y'all niggas, nigga)
They say he fallin' off, he need another hit
His rap career's done, he need another brick (Huh? Let's go)
I might forgive (Yeah), but I don't forget (Haha)
This dedicated to them niggas talking shit (Yeah)
They say he fallin' off, he need another hit (Ayy)
His rap career's done, he need another brick (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Pocket-watchin'-ass niggas, yеah, I swear they got binoculars (Damn)
Cashin' out them buildings, yеah, the IRS be watchin' us (Woo)
Feds, they can't fuck with me no more, they used to stalkin' us (Haha)
Quarter-bird-ass niggas mad 'cause they used to shop with us
Yeah, this dedicated to anybody ever shitted on me (Shitted on me)
All those who ridin' with me, damn right, we did it, homie (Yeah)
Touchin' real paper now, yeah, this shit beyond rap (Rap, rap)
They ain't 'bout that shit they talkin', yeah, they just perform trap (Yeah)
I see 'em on the blogs, they don't never be at Chase (Nah)
Or Truist either, nigga, let's just set the record straight (Ayy)
I'ma get the last laugh while y'all thinkin' shit is funny (Yeah)
What's the goal, nigga, yeah, the fame or the money? (Let's go)
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