[Verse 1: Mack Nickels]
Spyral staircases in my house, got my legs weak
Put a Roley on her arm, but when I see her, she don't speak
I put money on they head, before I turn the other cheak
Been balling all my life, so it's hard for me to sleep
Even when I feel poor, shit, I still ain't miss a beat
I seen niggas lose they life, because they thought shit was sweet
Off the scene they was mad, when they saw I was stackin
Whole time, niggas got cruil intentions like Sabastion
I really [?] my fashion
Labels all on me, I don't care if they be matchin
Talk my life on these songs, so it seem like I'm cheating
You can tell how I move around, I'm really out here eating
[?] bitches kinda weak, but they kids make them decent
If we fuck, it ain't no secrets
If you ohe me, you can keep it
That crab in the bag, shit, the last thing I'm eating
Having money all my life, make me look at niggas different
I ain't get it out the mud, because I always had a plug
How you laying down with a nigga who ain't [?] a slug?
How you [?] with some niggas and you know they told before?
If I hear some shit about you, I'ma put it on the floor
I ain't pressed to hang with niggas, rather be around some hoes
I ain't even tryna fuck, it's just hard for me to trust
Yeah, your statis kinda different, when your chain 50 bucks
Hoes mad I know my worth, what I'm gaining if I fuck?
Arrogant as hell, my nose and my bucks up
And my credit is too, what a nigga need with you?
Usually the best head be the weakest out the crew
And the loudest one is broke, this is something you can quote
Remember [?] mattress, on my bed I still toss and turn
My right hand a hitman, [?] Tommy [?]
White supercharge Rover, did that shit for [?]
The streets really don't love you, that's what I learned
Spyral staircases in my house, got my legs weak
Put a Roley on her arm, but when I see her, she don't speak
I put money on they head, before I turn the other cheak
Been balling all my life, so it's hard for me to sleep
Even when I feel poor, shit, I still ain't miss a beat
I seen niggas lose they life, because they thought shit was sweet
Off the scene they was mad, when they saw I was stackin
Whole time, niggas got cruil intentions like Sabastion
I really [?] my fashion
Labels all on me, I don't care if they be matchin
Talk my life on these songs, so it seem like I'm cheating
You can tell how I move around, I'm really out here eating
[?] bitches kinda weak, but they kids make them decent
If we fuck, it ain't no secrets
If you ohe me, you can keep it
That crab in the bag, shit, the last thing I'm eating
Having money all my life, make me look at niggas different
I ain't get it out the mud, because I always had a plug
How you laying down with a nigga who ain't [?] a slug?
How you [?] with some niggas and you know they told before?
If I hear some shit about you, I'ma put it on the floor
I ain't pressed to hang with niggas, rather be around some hoes
I ain't even tryna fuck, it's just hard for me to trust
Yeah, your statis kinda different, when your chain 50 bucks
Hoes mad I know my worth, what I'm gaining if I fuck?
Arrogant as hell, my nose and my bucks up
And my credit is too, what a nigga need with you?
Usually the best head be the weakest out the crew
And the loudest one is broke, this is something you can quote
Remember [?] mattress, on my bed I still toss and turn
My right hand a hitman, [?] Tommy [?]
White supercharge Rover, did that shit for [?]
The streets really don't love you, that's what I learned
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