Used to (feat. Kianna)
Hop off the front porch, hit the dash
I'm headed straight to the cash
My haters pissed off and they mad
Cause they still comin in last
Saving the rap game like I'm Flash
These niggas left in the past
Whippin that race car to the bank
Ima just sit back and laugh, yeah
They don't make em like they used to
Goin hard, ain't no excuse
Valley and the depths, I been through
We ain't gang, we ain't equal
Plastic bag, I can see through
Wrist froze, it's on igloo
Something that I could get used to
They don't make em like they used to
They don't made em like me
Rockstar nigga straight from the D
Been a man since age 3, born out the womb wit blood type G
And my life like movie scenes, written and directed by Spike Lee
Snakes trying to my cop style, guaranteed they could never bite me
I'm planning trips across the world
Different cities, different flavours of girls
Never gave a fuck what they going on
Im doing digits while you sit on your phone
Check my status, I'm just facin the facts
Got the talent and the hustle to match
Trying to make hella bread off of these raps
Catch me on tour when I hop on the map
Niggas be talkin they shit but ain't got no hits
They ain't real bout what they flex
Cause niggas be swearin they woke but really you broke
They ain't know Chii was up next
I love you back but can't get attached, Ima ghost like a phantom
I'm back on road, do it for fam from Detroit to Atlanta
Hop off the front porch, hit the dash
I'm headed straight to the cash
My haters pissed off and they mad
Cause they still comin in last
Saving the rap game like I'm Flash
These niggas left in the past
Whippin that race car to the bank
Ima just sit back and laugh, yeah
They don't make em like they used to
Goin hard, ain't no excuse
Valley and the depths, I been through
We ain't gang, we ain't equal
Plastic bag, I can see through
Wrist froze, it's on igloo
Something that I could get used to
They don't make em like they used to
They tried to leave me outside like a doormat
I had to knock doors down like Chad
They be really faking, they ain't really famous
In they own city, they be really nameless
They ain't really packing, it's a sad case
No suitcases
Niggas be runnin they mouth
When we find out it's cap, they get tripped up like shoelaces
See that I'm really bout action and I ain't just actin
If you keep on trying to play me, I ain't playin
My niggas solid, annihilation
Violation, yo niggas Now and Later's
Hard at first till they get chewed out
Then they wanna run, yeah them niggas flewed out
I'm from TX, you get chopped and screwed
I'm a bar baby with loose screws
My niggas crippin like Blues Clues
My pyro niggas with bloods and you haters is steadying copying moves
I move in silence cause I know the rules
I'm droppin bangers cause I'm packin twos
Wet off your neck, I ain't talkin bout dru, nigga
Hop off the front porch, hit the dash
I'm headed straight to the cash
My haters pissed off and they mad
Cause they still comin in last
Saving the rap game like I'm Flash
These niggas left in the past
Whippin that race car to the bank,
Ima just sit back and laugh, yeah
They don't make em like they used to
Goin hard, ain't no excuse
Valley and the depths, I been through
We ain't gang, we ain't equal
Plastic bag, I can see through
Wrist froze, it's on igloo
Something that I could get used to
They don't make em like they used to
I'm headed straight to the cash
My haters pissed off and they mad
Cause they still comin in last
Saving the rap game like I'm Flash
These niggas left in the past
Whippin that race car to the bank
Ima just sit back and laugh, yeah
They don't make em like they used to
Goin hard, ain't no excuse
Valley and the depths, I been through
We ain't gang, we ain't equal
Plastic bag, I can see through
Wrist froze, it's on igloo
Something that I could get used to
They don't make em like they used to
They don't made em like me
Rockstar nigga straight from the D
Been a man since age 3, born out the womb wit blood type G
And my life like movie scenes, written and directed by Spike Lee
Snakes trying to my cop style, guaranteed they could never bite me
I'm planning trips across the world
Different cities, different flavours of girls
Never gave a fuck what they going on
Im doing digits while you sit on your phone
Check my status, I'm just facin the facts
Got the talent and the hustle to match
Trying to make hella bread off of these raps
Catch me on tour when I hop on the map
Niggas be talkin they shit but ain't got no hits
They ain't real bout what they flex
Cause niggas be swearin they woke but really you broke
They ain't know Chii was up next
I love you back but can't get attached, Ima ghost like a phantom
I'm back on road, do it for fam from Detroit to Atlanta
Hop off the front porch, hit the dash
I'm headed straight to the cash
My haters pissed off and they mad
Cause they still comin in last
Saving the rap game like I'm Flash
These niggas left in the past
Whippin that race car to the bank
Ima just sit back and laugh, yeah
They don't make em like they used to
Goin hard, ain't no excuse
Valley and the depths, I been through
We ain't gang, we ain't equal
Plastic bag, I can see through
Wrist froze, it's on igloo
Something that I could get used to
They don't make em like they used to
They tried to leave me outside like a doormat
I had to knock doors down like Chad
They be really faking, they ain't really famous
In they own city, they be really nameless
They ain't really packing, it's a sad case
No suitcases
Niggas be runnin they mouth
When we find out it's cap, they get tripped up like shoelaces
See that I'm really bout action and I ain't just actin
If you keep on trying to play me, I ain't playin
My niggas solid, annihilation
Violation, yo niggas Now and Later's
Hard at first till they get chewed out
Then they wanna run, yeah them niggas flewed out
I'm from TX, you get chopped and screwed
I'm a bar baby with loose screws
My niggas crippin like Blues Clues
My pyro niggas with bloods and you haters is steadying copying moves
I move in silence cause I know the rules
I'm droppin bangers cause I'm packin twos
Wet off your neck, I ain't talkin bout dru, nigga
Hop off the front porch, hit the dash
I'm headed straight to the cash
My haters pissed off and they mad
Cause they still comin in last
Saving the rap game like I'm Flash
These niggas left in the past
Whippin that race car to the bank,
Ima just sit back and laugh, yeah
They don't make em like they used to
Goin hard, ain't no excuse
Valley and the depths, I been through
We ain't gang, we ain't equal
Plastic bag, I can see through
Wrist froze, it's on igloo
Something that I could get used to
They don't make em like they used to
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Writer(s): Donnie Chambliss
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