Love Me
Nikkas always out here lookin thirsty
Chasin the bag
Nikkas be chasin a fad
But its clear to me that nothings workin
Chasin the bag
Nikkas be chasin a fad
And they lookin mad cos we in first place
Bring out the gang
Nikkas gon bring out the gang
Addy poppin, keep my nikkas workin
Chasin the bag
Nikkas be chasin a fad
When Im outside its a drought
Hard to believe in these nikkas
They runnin they mouth
See thru deception
Holdin my necklace
Still havin dinner at checkers
Bad vibes breakin out like disease
Nikkas like me need protection
Never carry arms
Carry on
Rookie season, bunch a Lonzo Balls
Gassed up, boy you not a man
Hard to understand these young nikkas
With a face tatt, couple rubber bands
Nikkas be clouted
Head on a mountain
Boy Im just fresh out the fountain
Prayin, Im prayin we meet
Used to get hassled for phones
Now the talk of the town is bout me and the team
Bro told me money to make, aint no money at home
Gotta get on ya feet
Stick to the plan
Cos livin ain't free
None of this shit is for cheap
Nikkas be cosmetic
Estee Lauder
Hunger games
Got some J. Lawrence
Nikkas dress down like its Southern Florida
Im a rap nikka
And my bitch is foreign
Red dots
Keep recording
Call blocked
Call declined
If you actin corny
Back to the way I invent
Fuck all the money I spent
Cappin, you cappin, you cappin
Nikkas be throwin up sets
Chasin the bag
Nikkas be chasin a fad
But its clear to me that nothings workin
Chasin the bag
Nikkas be chasin a fad
And they lookin mad cos we in first place
Bring out the gang
Nikkas gon bring out the gang
Addy poppin, keep my nikkas workin
Chasin the bag
Nikkas be chasin a fad
When Im outside its a drought
Hard to believe in these nikkas
They runnin they mouth
See thru deception
Holdin my necklace
Still havin dinner at checkers
Bad vibes breakin out like disease
Nikkas like me need protection
Never carry arms
Carry on
Rookie season, bunch a Lonzo Balls
Gassed up, boy you not a man
Hard to understand these young nikkas
With a face tatt, couple rubber bands
Nikkas be clouted
Head on a mountain
Boy Im just fresh out the fountain
Prayin, Im prayin we meet
Used to get hassled for phones
Now the talk of the town is bout me and the team
Bro told me money to make, aint no money at home
Gotta get on ya feet
Stick to the plan
Cos livin ain't free
None of this shit is for cheap
Nikkas be cosmetic
Estee Lauder
Hunger games
Got some J. Lawrence
Nikkas dress down like its Southern Florida
Im a rap nikka
And my bitch is foreign
Red dots
Keep recording
Call blocked
Call declined
If you actin corny
Back to the way I invent
Fuck all the money I spent
Cappin, you cappin, you cappin
Nikkas be throwin up sets
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Cortorreal
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