Recognize

YPN Yeah
YPN Yeah

You talking about the trenches
But you ain't never been
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these bitches
I don't need a friend
Bitch I'm muddy
I came up from the dirt
Ain't no buddy buddy
I'm tryna get you hurt

I came from nothing
I was struggling for real hey
Yeah I was stressing
Helping mama get that rent paid
But for the money
I'm in it till I die
See how I'm coming
You better Recognize whoa

I saw another birthday
I turnt 22
It seems like it's just me up in this circle
Like a hoola-hoop
These Maison Margiela's made for flossing
These ain't no tennis shoes
I'll simply leave a hoe right where she standing
I ain't into you
I'm tryna cash a couple millions by the end of the year
Niggas walking out my circle
Shit it is what it is
They see you rising now or later
They gone come back to chill
I been real
I kept it trill
Now I'm popping like pills yeah

Pulling up in that foreign turn heads don't it
I be sitting on the cheese
Bitch I'm pepperoni
They try to count me out but either way I'm counting bands
I'm losing count
Losing interest where a nigga stand

You talking about the trenches
But you ain't never been
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these bitches
I don't need a friend
Bitch I'm muddy
I came up from the dirt
Ain't no buddy buddy
I'm tryna get you hurt

I came from nothing
I was struggling for real hey
Yeah I was stressing
Helping mama get that rent paid
But for the money
I'm in it till I die
See how I'm coming
You better Recognize whoa

Wish I could find all of my siblings
Life been secretly so sad for us
I'm thumbing through these Benji's
And this money got me acting up
Born in the trenches
I was so ready to pack it up
And grant all of my wishes
Cause back then they used to laugh at us
They tried me like I was never in the trap serving chickens
Ain't no time to waste
Ain't no time to hop up in my feelings
Either way I swear to God
I'll make these motherfuckers feel me
I ain't going back home
I swear these niggas wanna kill me whoa

I been on the road
On some successful shit
They see that I'm the goat
Fuck all that stressful shit
Back then when I was broke
It was a blurry sight for me
But now I keep a coat
World cold as liquid nitrogen

You talking about the trenches
But you ain't never been
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these bitches
I don't need a friend
Bitch I'm muddy
I came up from the dirt
Ain't no buddy buddy
I'm tryna get you hurt

I came from nothing
I was struggling for real hey
Yeah I was stressing
Helping mama get that rent paid
But for the money
I'm in it till I die
See how I'm coming
You better Recognize whoa



Credits
Writer(s): David Jackson
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