Interstate
Think he sold his soul Cuzz he dealin wit the demons
Won't like his post I don't like what he dreamin
Ima spread word and hate wit no reason
And then tell my homies I'm too good to do a feature
They ain't wanna do a song now they think a nigga Poppin
Get in the Stu can't record in no apartment
Remix the Chun-Li make these dumb hoes look retarded
Music move in waves now my old hoes back callin
Comin from a Bike to a Charger ima charge up
Duplex to a 2 story prices had to double up
2 To a one Horse that's enough to shut em up
You still owe me money don't call to you pay me bruh
Family tellin lies then call that is block gang
Gotta shout em out free my niggas in the chain gang
Heard he want smoke but that tool it go bang bang
No love when I was down ima do the bitch the same way
Heard I'm on the rise now they say they on my side
But if I go down they ain't stickin for the ride
Hoes like cars they come cheaper with the miles
I guess a nigga made it Cuzz they bitin off my style aye
Friends change pocket change story of my life
Plot Hole lost hoes Comin wit some new goals
Fashion Drippin not Froze Saks Fifth not Kohls
Now I'm on the road just preparing for a Show
I ain't ever do what these niggas did to me
Faith in the lord Cuzz you so Whatchu reap
Ima keep going on the ICC
IDGT so I gotta reach my dreams aye
Curtis Jackson bout that action like a nigga 50 Cent
Quavios Marshall not gone argue tell em wrap it up then
Terry Wallace outta College now my eyes just on the profit
Word to god that's on my momma and I ain't just being modest
I done did some wrong so I put it in a song
They want me far away go and lock em wit the key
They prayin that I fall told em fuck em we'll see
Beggin for the Clout like the Judge did Meek
Told em bout my car he got quiet that is hate gang
Fuckin wit the opps don't talk that's a snake mane
Remix the Chun-Li but my Cousin call it Ching-Lang
Put you on Game Infamous like the Wu-Tang
Flashing back to 17 it was just you and me
2018 we had plans to be some kings
You fuckin wit the hoes I started planning for the shows
Now a nigga hate me Cuzz I left em down the road
I called you 5 times I ain't even get a 3
Sent you 2 texts no reply I'm on seen
Dealin wit these hoes but it ain't what it seem
Just need a way to pass the time for me and my dream
I ain't ever do what these niggas did to me
Faith in the lord Cuzz you so Whatchu reap
Ima keep going on the ICC
IDGT so I gotta reach my dreams aye
Won't like his post I don't like what he dreamin
Ima spread word and hate wit no reason
And then tell my homies I'm too good to do a feature
They ain't wanna do a song now they think a nigga Poppin
Get in the Stu can't record in no apartment
Remix the Chun-Li make these dumb hoes look retarded
Music move in waves now my old hoes back callin
Comin from a Bike to a Charger ima charge up
Duplex to a 2 story prices had to double up
2 To a one Horse that's enough to shut em up
You still owe me money don't call to you pay me bruh
Family tellin lies then call that is block gang
Gotta shout em out free my niggas in the chain gang
Heard he want smoke but that tool it go bang bang
No love when I was down ima do the bitch the same way
Heard I'm on the rise now they say they on my side
But if I go down they ain't stickin for the ride
Hoes like cars they come cheaper with the miles
I guess a nigga made it Cuzz they bitin off my style aye
Friends change pocket change story of my life
Plot Hole lost hoes Comin wit some new goals
Fashion Drippin not Froze Saks Fifth not Kohls
Now I'm on the road just preparing for a Show
I ain't ever do what these niggas did to me
Faith in the lord Cuzz you so Whatchu reap
Ima keep going on the ICC
IDGT so I gotta reach my dreams aye
Curtis Jackson bout that action like a nigga 50 Cent
Quavios Marshall not gone argue tell em wrap it up then
Terry Wallace outta College now my eyes just on the profit
Word to god that's on my momma and I ain't just being modest
I done did some wrong so I put it in a song
They want me far away go and lock em wit the key
They prayin that I fall told em fuck em we'll see
Beggin for the Clout like the Judge did Meek
Told em bout my car he got quiet that is hate gang
Fuckin wit the opps don't talk that's a snake mane
Remix the Chun-Li but my Cousin call it Ching-Lang
Put you on Game Infamous like the Wu-Tang
Flashing back to 17 it was just you and me
2018 we had plans to be some kings
You fuckin wit the hoes I started planning for the shows
Now a nigga hate me Cuzz I left em down the road
I called you 5 times I ain't even get a 3
Sent you 2 texts no reply I'm on seen
Dealin wit these hoes but it ain't what it seem
Just need a way to pass the time for me and my dream
I ain't ever do what these niggas did to me
Faith in the lord Cuzz you so Whatchu reap
Ima keep going on the ICC
IDGT so I gotta reach my dreams aye
Credits
Writer(s): Infamous Quan
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