[Verse 1]
As I look in the mirror, takin' this fucking selfie
I'm tired of helpin' niggas, who gonna help me?
If I ain't bringin' home that bag, how we gonna eat?
What type of species is that? A fucking leech
I need help myself, I gotta call myself
Can't lean on nobody else, I gotta fall on myself
Self, self, self, self, self, self
This all I got but all I hear is help (help)
Since a youngin' I been getting used to sex, money, and guns
Bitches wanna fuck who they want because I been number one
Use me for the dick because they love fuckin' a blood
Her ex was a Crip she fuckin' me just because
Tequila I drink, the deeper I think, 'bout people I meet
Slow down on the drink, bitch I'm from the street
You on the outside lookin' in, tell me what you see (shh)
You look on and rich as fuck to me
[Chorus]
Now it's deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap
This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh)
This shit be deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh)
This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap
This shit get deep
[Verse 2]
Ayy, what you know about the homie fucking on the homie bitch
And we all from the same clique, that ain't no homie shit
Ayy but I'm a real homie to the homies (to the homies)
I'm passin' out choppers and big .40's
You say you a street nigga, you gotta be on some street shit
'Cause soon as you stop, niggas gonna try to sneak diss
But fuck that, that's why I keep the heat tucked by the seat bitch
To my last day, I'm forever on some Tree shit
Gang bang politics, turn me into a politician
The way I move boss shit now
Niggas think I'm actin' different
Come to me you better come correct
Don't come to me mixin' up stories like you DJ Skrillex
I'm trippin', I got anxiety, mental problems
I don't like that rap nigga, I told the homies that rob him
Instead of Box Stanley, fuck it, I don't give a fuck
You judgin' me on one verse, in real life I'm sicker, bruh
As I look in the mirror, takin' this fucking selfie
I'm tired of helpin' niggas, who gonna help me?
If I ain't bringin' home that bag, how we gonna eat?
What type of species is that? A fucking leech
I need help myself, I gotta call myself
Can't lean on nobody else, I gotta fall on myself
Self, self, self, self, self, self
This all I got but all I hear is help (help)
Since a youngin' I been getting used to sex, money, and guns
Bitches wanna fuck who they want because I been number one
Use me for the dick because they love fuckin' a blood
Her ex was a Crip she fuckin' me just because
Tequila I drink, the deeper I think, 'bout people I meet
Slow down on the drink, bitch I'm from the street
You on the outside lookin' in, tell me what you see (shh)
You look on and rich as fuck to me
[Chorus]
Now it's deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap
This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh)
This shit be deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap (ohh)
This shit get deeper than rap, deeper than rap, deeper than rap
This shit get deep
[Verse 2]
Ayy, what you know about the homie fucking on the homie bitch
And we all from the same clique, that ain't no homie shit
Ayy but I'm a real homie to the homies (to the homies)
I'm passin' out choppers and big .40's
You say you a street nigga, you gotta be on some street shit
'Cause soon as you stop, niggas gonna try to sneak diss
But fuck that, that's why I keep the heat tucked by the seat bitch
To my last day, I'm forever on some Tree shit
Gang bang politics, turn me into a politician
The way I move boss shit now
Niggas think I'm actin' different
Come to me you better come correct
Don't come to me mixin' up stories like you DJ Skrillex
I'm trippin', I got anxiety, mental problems
I don't like that rap nigga, I told the homies that rob him
Instead of Box Stanley, fuck it, I don't give a fuck
You judgin' me on one verse, in real life I'm sicker, bruh
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