caintGODown.
I lend a helping hand & niggas will spit in my face
Outta pocket, outta place, outta mind, outta space
Throwing shots, no face to face, kinda often makes you think
That niggas scream "yo that's my brother!" til problems change the pace
These niggas changing face, chameleons mixed with snakes
And then they look at you funny when you vacate the place
How ironic but I'm not even astonished
These niggas slandering me when I provided the knowledge
How to make it, grind and get our cake up nigga
You better wake up nigga, I'm not the fake one nigga
I've been your day one nigga, but you've show hate my nigga
You gotta get your head out yo ass 'fore I fade you nigga, just sayin'
You had chances to sign a deal but didn't take it
Now you on Instagram saying they won't let you be famous
Niggas always complaining instead switching locations
And situations to better themselves
That shit's amazing my nigga
And this is how it goes down
I gotta go, save myself on my own now
And the world just spins around
Around-round-round
I can't go down
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it (I can't go down)
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I can't go down
All I've tried to do was raise the bar
You see my vision is skewed and my trust is flawed
But peep it, these niggas fake and when the camera's on
That's when the love is strong, that's when they wanna get on
Now check it, you buck a shot at me, I'm launching artillery
You ain't feeling me? My ability to injure an enemy differently
Goes down in history while you wake up and make another Cole soliloquy
You fuckin' kidding me?
A mack from the DMV you claim to be
Hating it seems? Nah, you ain't living the fuckin' dream
I'm disappointed; you had potential to go far
Now you posting pics of Pusha T in your phone logs
What kinda corny shit is that?
My nigga you acting fake humble for the sake of rap
And nigga I can't fuck with that
You was my mans a 100 grand with a fire plan
But I had to speak on your fraudulence from where I stand
And this is how it goes down
I gotta go, save myself on my own now
And the world just spins around
Around-round-round
I can't go down
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it (I can't go down)
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I can't go down
Outta pocket, outta place, outta mind, outta space
Throwing shots, no face to face, kinda often makes you think
That niggas scream "yo that's my brother!" til problems change the pace
These niggas changing face, chameleons mixed with snakes
And then they look at you funny when you vacate the place
How ironic but I'm not even astonished
These niggas slandering me when I provided the knowledge
How to make it, grind and get our cake up nigga
You better wake up nigga, I'm not the fake one nigga
I've been your day one nigga, but you've show hate my nigga
You gotta get your head out yo ass 'fore I fade you nigga, just sayin'
You had chances to sign a deal but didn't take it
Now you on Instagram saying they won't let you be famous
Niggas always complaining instead switching locations
And situations to better themselves
That shit's amazing my nigga
And this is how it goes down
I gotta go, save myself on my own now
And the world just spins around
Around-round-round
I can't go down
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it (I can't go down)
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I can't go down
All I've tried to do was raise the bar
You see my vision is skewed and my trust is flawed
But peep it, these niggas fake and when the camera's on
That's when the love is strong, that's when they wanna get on
Now check it, you buck a shot at me, I'm launching artillery
You ain't feeling me? My ability to injure an enemy differently
Goes down in history while you wake up and make another Cole soliloquy
You fuckin' kidding me?
A mack from the DMV you claim to be
Hating it seems? Nah, you ain't living the fuckin' dream
I'm disappointed; you had potential to go far
Now you posting pics of Pusha T in your phone logs
What kinda corny shit is that?
My nigga you acting fake humble for the sake of rap
And nigga I can't fuck with that
You was my mans a 100 grand with a fire plan
But I had to speak on your fraudulence from where I stand
And this is how it goes down
I gotta go, save myself on my own now
And the world just spins around
Around-round-round
I can't go down
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it (I can't go down)
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I can't go down
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Writer(s): Lenell Elliott
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