[Intro]
I ain't gonna lie
Miss a few niggas that are still alive
[Verse]
I ain’t gonna lie
Miss a few niggas that are still alive, but done some weird shit
So now they ain't wit the guys
They're due to be upset on a flicky night
Had to back my knife on Dukey, that ran the block once upon a time
I ain’t gonna lie, my diamonds make me less shy
I literally got girls trippin' from south to the west side
Can't air no jail call, I've been on the other side
Phone ringin' out, I'm sayin' fuck this bitch or fuck my guy
I ain't gonna lie, nice people finish last
Took hald a brick with a grin, now I’m missin’ fast
They put me on them drip pages, when I ain't even tryna drip
Stroke her from the back slow, but I weren’t even tryna hit
The way my diamonds kick
Should've gave my jeweller a tip
Give a young G a stick
Tell him go and take a risk
Niggas wanna be gang, just to hang 'round the kid
You gotta go around the kid
It's different from how it was before
But I ain’t gonna lie, I'm tryna do the rap
But niggas know when I wanna ride
No one can't tell me no
Pagans gettin' forced to slide
No one can't tell me go
She's 'noyed cah I ain't text her
Since there's nothin' you can tell me, hoe
They don't want my old ways, soon touch a mill
But I'd trade that for the old days
Everybody know me now, no mileage on my Colegate's
Melly's puttin' pussies on his bonnet, with his road rage
Then I'm hoppin' out, so bait
I wonder if he'll give me 18 of the snowflake
I'm just tryna win, but then again who isn't
Run up on my sis then suttin' got chinged in 2 minutes
Think I'm just a rapper, when the cameras off, I'm too wid it
Burberry type of day, my niggas always grippin'
They can pull up anytime of day, just pull up wit your best gun
Cah this ain't no one pop, might leave you wit a stressed mum
Her pussy's mediocre, but she know she got the best tongue
I ain't gonna lie, sometimes I can't fall asleep
I can't believe my nigga died
I'm 'a tatt him on my chest
Look in the mirror, back to real life
I'm kinda stressed but I laugh it off
I'm okay 'cause what you gonna do if I say I'm not
I don't talk too much, but put on a beat I'll say a lot
Nice guys finish last, save myself before I save the block
God bless my trap niggas, still trappin', hittin' shots
He don't use his head so it don't matter if we hit it off
Ay listen
I ain't gonna lie, the industry's fugazy
Rappers do not call me bro 'cause I don't know you, are you crazy?
Tryna live her best life, so she ain't tryna keep no baby
All she wanna do is face me, I ain't cocky but I'm facety
And these rumours never phase me
I ain't gonna let bygones be bygones
Cah I've got enough money for big drip and to buy guns
Send out a text and now my kitties wanna buy some
Couple niggas made the wrong choice
But me, I made the right one
I ain't gonna lie
Miss a few niggas that are still alive
[Verse]
I ain’t gonna lie
Miss a few niggas that are still alive, but done some weird shit
So now they ain't wit the guys
They're due to be upset on a flicky night
Had to back my knife on Dukey, that ran the block once upon a time
I ain’t gonna lie, my diamonds make me less shy
I literally got girls trippin' from south to the west side
Can't air no jail call, I've been on the other side
Phone ringin' out, I'm sayin' fuck this bitch or fuck my guy
I ain't gonna lie, nice people finish last
Took hald a brick with a grin, now I’m missin’ fast
They put me on them drip pages, when I ain't even tryna drip
Stroke her from the back slow, but I weren’t even tryna hit
The way my diamonds kick
Should've gave my jeweller a tip
Give a young G a stick
Tell him go and take a risk
Niggas wanna be gang, just to hang 'round the kid
You gotta go around the kid
It's different from how it was before
But I ain’t gonna lie, I'm tryna do the rap
But niggas know when I wanna ride
No one can't tell me no
Pagans gettin' forced to slide
No one can't tell me go
She's 'noyed cah I ain't text her
Since there's nothin' you can tell me, hoe
They don't want my old ways, soon touch a mill
But I'd trade that for the old days
Everybody know me now, no mileage on my Colegate's
Melly's puttin' pussies on his bonnet, with his road rage
Then I'm hoppin' out, so bait
I wonder if he'll give me 18 of the snowflake
I'm just tryna win, but then again who isn't
Run up on my sis then suttin' got chinged in 2 minutes
Think I'm just a rapper, when the cameras off, I'm too wid it
Burberry type of day, my niggas always grippin'
They can pull up anytime of day, just pull up wit your best gun
Cah this ain't no one pop, might leave you wit a stressed mum
Her pussy's mediocre, but she know she got the best tongue
I ain't gonna lie, sometimes I can't fall asleep
I can't believe my nigga died
I'm 'a tatt him on my chest
Look in the mirror, back to real life
I'm kinda stressed but I laugh it off
I'm okay 'cause what you gonna do if I say I'm not
I don't talk too much, but put on a beat I'll say a lot
Nice guys finish last, save myself before I save the block
God bless my trap niggas, still trappin', hittin' shots
He don't use his head so it don't matter if we hit it off
Ay listen
I ain't gonna lie, the industry's fugazy
Rappers do not call me bro 'cause I don't know you, are you crazy?
Tryna live her best life, so she ain't tryna keep no baby
All she wanna do is face me, I ain't cocky but I'm facety
And these rumours never phase me
I ain't gonna let bygones be bygones
Cah I've got enough money for big drip and to buy guns
Send out a text and now my kitties wanna buy some
Couple niggas made the wrong choice
But me, I made the right one
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