[Verse 1]
Tryna get a check, they was procrastinatin'
I stay around killers, I stay around robbers, they keepin' me motivated
My brother was droppin' me off with my blick, he know I'm intoxicated
I'm goin' to give DeDe his bond tonight, DA want him incarcerated
I told him I ain't make it just because I'm hot, I gotta get nominated
I gotta go turn up and get me a check and I can't keep my mama waitin'
I put my Perc' in my lean, but I wasn't sharin' lean
Twenty-one hundred on jeans, but I was sharin' jeans
Feds come, hide in closet
Car stopped, stash the Masi'
They talk bad about me
They say I'm 'Luminati
They say don't talk to the jails
He ain't buy no guns through Zelle
He ain't send no pounds through mail
He don't be on the block for real
Fuck him, he gon' die for real
Low-key, he a clown for real
He don't do for his guys for real
He stay out of town for real
What he do in his raps, he lyin'
He doin' shows, no time to kill
I love them deep, they turned they back on me, them signs for real
[Chorus]
Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up
Think what you want, I know they do not fuck with us
I made "Dis Ain't What U Want," I brought the block
He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up
They don't fuck with you for real (I know)
They don't love you for real (I know)
They don't appreciate your skills (I know)
They do not care if you die or live, ooh
Tryna get a check, they was procrastinatin'
I stay around killers, I stay around robbers, they keepin' me motivated
My brother was droppin' me off with my blick, he know I'm intoxicated
I'm goin' to give DeDe his bond tonight, DA want him incarcerated
I told him I ain't make it just because I'm hot, I gotta get nominated
I gotta go turn up and get me a check and I can't keep my mama waitin'
I put my Perc' in my lean, but I wasn't sharin' lean
Twenty-one hundred on jeans, but I was sharin' jeans
Feds come, hide in closet
Car stopped, stash the Masi'
They talk bad about me
They say I'm 'Luminati
They say don't talk to the jails
He ain't buy no guns through Zelle
He ain't send no pounds through mail
He don't be on the block for real
Fuck him, he gon' die for real
Low-key, he a clown for real
He don't do for his guys for real
He stay out of town for real
What he do in his raps, he lyin'
He doin' shows, no time to kill
I love them deep, they turned they back on me, them signs for real
[Chorus]
Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up
Think what you want, I know they do not fuck with us
I made "Dis Ain't What U Want," I brought the block
He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up
They don't fuck with you for real (I know)
They don't love you for real (I know)
They don't appreciate your skills (I know)
They do not care if you die or live, ooh
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