[Intro]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
To dividing shit
Man, fuck that bitch
Hmm
[Verse]
I've been positive, please don't make me get back to dividing shit
All that speaking on me, that's gon' make me lose my consciousness
You better watch your mans, backdoor open, nigga, I'm his friend
This is not a diss, niggas broke, and I acknowledge it
I'll pop his ass, who you coughing at? I feel like Jocelyn
Really up a hundred thousand, bitch, I ain't got to buy a kit
You ain't got a thousand to your name, thinking 'bout robbing shit
Tryna get a name, don't die for that, these niggas copy cats
Look at you, look at your fit, you live a bogus life
You ain't even made a band today, but say you smoking opps
I just got a deal from being real, and you still posting yachts
My old bitch and her nigga brokе, I'm shitting on them guys
Got these niggas hating on thе net, I ain't responding back
I'm winning plus I did it different, they ain't liking that
I ain't need designer, dog shit all in my Nike tech
Counting racks, knew I was gon' make it, never doubted that
Back then they ain't believe in me, but now they tryna join the team
They used to ho, if I say no, then they gon' point at me
Hit a Louis, tell the racist clerk I need a fourty-three
Got my daughter descent, and she eating more importantly
I gained a bunch of weight, eating out like every fucking day
Used to hate, when the bill came ain't have enough for days
Used to hit the bathroom, then call my mama for some pape'
Fuck a body, wanna up your rank, then get some money, gang
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
To dividing shit
Man, fuck that bitch
Hmm
[Verse]
I've been positive, please don't make me get back to dividing shit
All that speaking on me, that's gon' make me lose my consciousness
You better watch your mans, backdoor open, nigga, I'm his friend
This is not a diss, niggas broke, and I acknowledge it
I'll pop his ass, who you coughing at? I feel like Jocelyn
Really up a hundred thousand, bitch, I ain't got to buy a kit
You ain't got a thousand to your name, thinking 'bout robbing shit
Tryna get a name, don't die for that, these niggas copy cats
Look at you, look at your fit, you live a bogus life
You ain't even made a band today, but say you smoking opps
I just got a deal from being real, and you still posting yachts
My old bitch and her nigga brokе, I'm shitting on them guys
Got these niggas hating on thе net, I ain't responding back
I'm winning plus I did it different, they ain't liking that
I ain't need designer, dog shit all in my Nike tech
Counting racks, knew I was gon' make it, never doubted that
Back then they ain't believe in me, but now they tryna join the team
They used to ho, if I say no, then they gon' point at me
Hit a Louis, tell the racist clerk I need a fourty-three
Got my daughter descent, and she eating more importantly
I gained a bunch of weight, eating out like every fucking day
Used to hate, when the bill came ain't have enough for days
Used to hit the bathroom, then call my mama for some pape'
Fuck a body, wanna up your rank, then get some money, gang
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