Kilos
No, no, no, no, no
And I don't think you really wanna know
No, you don't know nothing, no, no
This what it took for me to get to here, to get to here
I had to-
Clyde and Bonnie, riding, shotty in the front
I been hustling since I was with my cousin in the cut
He was moving bricks, used to drive to Elgin in the truck
Put a kilo in the trunk
Tell my momma that she must be smellin' skunk
Lotta shit that you don't know about
Well it's what you know about six-figure medical bills
When you're only 15 years old, fuck living
There was no hope, used to pray to Lord for forgiveness
What it took to run my business, that ain't none of your business
I had no money
Nike's on my feet, but bout as dirty as some pigeons
So I went and filled pages, with writtens, tryna rap
Only fans that I had were the ones on the ceiling
I admit it, I admit it,
I ain't really been the same since my uncle went to prison
I admit it's been a minute since I've spoken with God
It ain't easy to keep the faith when they say you're born a sinner
I don't do this for the clout
I just do this so my Mama kept the house with a couple bands down
20 or 1, 2
Government handouts
My money went to his food
'Till the situation improved, now I'm cool
No, no, no, no, no
And I don't think you really wanna know
No, you don't know nothing, no, no
This what it took for me to get to here, to get to here
I had to-
Bitch, I had to get it out the sticks (out the sticks)
Serve some stacks up on the M, but not on fifth
From the East, the g
They write this from the 6ix (I'm on 6ix, nigga)
Know I'm bitchin'
But you better get your bitch, nigga (Get your bitch, nigga)
I had to get it from down beneath
I would go hard, my niggas been sound asleep
Oh, you look down on me?
Fuck these niggas, I hope they drown in bleach
The mud, bitch, I had to stand in it
Know that God never keeps a plan limit
Never let us see so we ran in it
I put hands on you during a pandemic
So what the fuck you when we were out here in the trenches?
Niggas say they down to ride
But they won't pinch in with expenses
Oh, I'm sensin' tension
I don't trust these niggas intention
Just extended all my clips so now the Glizzy got extensions
Bitch, I ain't got no patience for no ho shit
Different type of nigga, bitch, I'm not your average Joseph
I go huntin' for the snake, I cut the head up off of a cobra
Sacrificed a lot to get here
It's the bullet when it snow, pussy nigga
No, no, no, no, no
And I don't think you really wanna know
No, you don't know nothing, no, no
This what it took for me to get to here, to get to here
I had to-
And I don't think you really wanna know
No, you don't know nothing, no, no
This what it took for me to get to here, to get to here
I had to-
Clyde and Bonnie, riding, shotty in the front
I been hustling since I was with my cousin in the cut
He was moving bricks, used to drive to Elgin in the truck
Put a kilo in the trunk
Tell my momma that she must be smellin' skunk
Lotta shit that you don't know about
Well it's what you know about six-figure medical bills
When you're only 15 years old, fuck living
There was no hope, used to pray to Lord for forgiveness
What it took to run my business, that ain't none of your business
I had no money
Nike's on my feet, but bout as dirty as some pigeons
So I went and filled pages, with writtens, tryna rap
Only fans that I had were the ones on the ceiling
I admit it, I admit it,
I ain't really been the same since my uncle went to prison
I admit it's been a minute since I've spoken with God
It ain't easy to keep the faith when they say you're born a sinner
I don't do this for the clout
I just do this so my Mama kept the house with a couple bands down
20 or 1, 2
Government handouts
My money went to his food
'Till the situation improved, now I'm cool
No, no, no, no, no
And I don't think you really wanna know
No, you don't know nothing, no, no
This what it took for me to get to here, to get to here
I had to-
Bitch, I had to get it out the sticks (out the sticks)
Serve some stacks up on the M, but not on fifth
From the East, the g
They write this from the 6ix (I'm on 6ix, nigga)
Know I'm bitchin'
But you better get your bitch, nigga (Get your bitch, nigga)
I had to get it from down beneath
I would go hard, my niggas been sound asleep
Oh, you look down on me?
Fuck these niggas, I hope they drown in bleach
The mud, bitch, I had to stand in it
Know that God never keeps a plan limit
Never let us see so we ran in it
I put hands on you during a pandemic
So what the fuck you when we were out here in the trenches?
Niggas say they down to ride
But they won't pinch in with expenses
Oh, I'm sensin' tension
I don't trust these niggas intention
Just extended all my clips so now the Glizzy got extensions
Bitch, I ain't got no patience for no ho shit
Different type of nigga, bitch, I'm not your average Joseph
I go huntin' for the snake, I cut the head up off of a cobra
Sacrificed a lot to get here
It's the bullet when it snow, pussy nigga
No, no, no, no, no
And I don't think you really wanna know
No, you don't know nothing, no, no
This what it took for me to get to here, to get to here
I had to-
Credits
Writer(s): Luke Gawne
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