Pourin Up

We gon' ball forever, we don't need a mil' just to ball together
Took a truck to Cali', we was all together
Strategise the plan, put it all together
When we was dead broke, we would starve together
Now I'm living life, I'm fine, I'm better
Looking at the jeweler, all the ice on the bezels
Looking at my Rollie ain't look right on me, fella

Looking at my Rollie, that's a whole 'nother time
Pop another perc, sipping lean like it's wine
Said she never seen a nigga like my kind
Need the bitch 100, ain't got time for a dime
I was broke, shit was weighin' hard on my mind
I ain't even eat, but I bought me a line
I ain't mean to preach a lot of shit on my mind
Popi catchin' straight G shit all the time

I been pouring more tryna fade away
I was going broke (going broke), I pray for better days
And when you're going broke (going broke), you gotta make a way
You want your four more (four more) just give me 20 eighths
Riding 'round in the Wraith, you should see they face
Young fly nigga, babe, each and every day
I ain't with the same crew, ever since the hate, yeah
Got the runner out the blue

Hey, oh-oh
Young fly nigga, each and every day
I went broke, pray for better days
You know the hate come from each and every other way
Another cake coming in like it's a nigga's birthday
When the fake came in, I had to separate, yeah
My nigga just beat a case we gotta celebrate
When it come to finger fuckin' that trigger, you celibate
I ain't ever ran off, four-door never hit

I ain't ever brag on nothin' I ain't ever did
From my niece's son, to a vert, to a bid
Got my heart broken by a little bitch
Now my heart colder than a little bit
Ice on me, colder than a damn fridge
I'ma put a whole damn cooler on my damn wrist
I'ma put like four Franck mullers on your whole clique, ay
True story, if a nigga ever told it

I been pourin' more (pourin' more) tryna fade away (tryna fade away)
I was going broke (going broke), I pray for better days (yeah, yeah)
And when you're going broke (going broke)
You gotta make a way (gotta make a way)
You want your four more (you want your four more) just give me 20 eighths

Riding 'round in the Wraith, you should see the fade
(You should see the fade)
Young fly nigga, babe, each and every day (each and every day)
I ain't with the same crew (I ain't with the same crew)
Ever since the hate (ever since the hate)
Got the runner out the blue, you should see the fade