N.R.S (Intro)
Where I come from they ain't showing love, they only pushing drugs
Shawty a CNA so you get hit she wrap you up
But we done had enough
Shot the cop and judge
But now you mad when you the one who taught me how to cock a gun
Niggas change like Optimus
Especially when the profits come
Praising false gods so here I am, the prophets come
Feel like the chosen one
Not because they say I'm next
It's cause I ain't afraid to speak truth I can't do nothing less
Counting up the bread with both hands feel like I'm ambidex
New bitch got me into romance so I went and blinged her wrist
Put your dirty hands on my tee, we leave you fingerless
Last night I had lucid dream that I was crazy rich
So I'm gone get it started
Niggas know that B.B.M. go the hardest
Took some Ls but it's really no problem
Cause we still beating y'all by a margin
Don't tell niggas when I'm up in the booth
So I go crazy every time I'm performing
Still don't know why I'm better than you
Cause when they hear me they afraid of the monster
Told y'all I got come hard on this shit
I ain't playing no more
This ain't no regular shit
Yo Ferry keep that shit going
(Look)
Every morning I wake up I take a look in the mirror
Streets turned me into a killer
You know I can't get no realer
I wrote my truth down in these songs, this ain't no cap that's how you supposed too
Disrespected me and now you mad about how my gang move
Told her I don't care I got a side piece and she 5'2
Said that she'll be moving on, I told her she could try too
I showed you different kind of things, I feel like I inspired you
And I don't know why I got all this stupid shit on my conscious
I can't worry about how I set an example for nonsense
I made letters make sense and I turned bars into profit
Made a couple hundred off Brady, it's all from the source
Niggas ain't writing my rhymes I turned my pen to a torch
They barely making my beats, Iso was straight from the core
10k first 6 months, I ain't even go on a tour
And you know I own all my masters so these niggas getting madder
Why these bitches talking shit, I turn their tears into laughter
I got different kind of women, different kind of bitches
Only real niggas gone understand the difference
Potato on the gun caught the little nigga slipping
Better not run I turn your brains into liquid
And shawty keep saying she need some time
But I don't care for your presence I'm not gone lie
I'm just tryna make it on tv
Told her if she wanna see me that stupid bitch gotta stream me
Yea, feel me
I'm coming harder
this just the intro
Watch what I do
Rrr
Gang, gang
Bling
Shawty a CNA so you get hit she wrap you up
But we done had enough
Shot the cop and judge
But now you mad when you the one who taught me how to cock a gun
Niggas change like Optimus
Especially when the profits come
Praising false gods so here I am, the prophets come
Feel like the chosen one
Not because they say I'm next
It's cause I ain't afraid to speak truth I can't do nothing less
Counting up the bread with both hands feel like I'm ambidex
New bitch got me into romance so I went and blinged her wrist
Put your dirty hands on my tee, we leave you fingerless
Last night I had lucid dream that I was crazy rich
So I'm gone get it started
Niggas know that B.B.M. go the hardest
Took some Ls but it's really no problem
Cause we still beating y'all by a margin
Don't tell niggas when I'm up in the booth
So I go crazy every time I'm performing
Still don't know why I'm better than you
Cause when they hear me they afraid of the monster
Told y'all I got come hard on this shit
I ain't playing no more
This ain't no regular shit
Yo Ferry keep that shit going
(Look)
Every morning I wake up I take a look in the mirror
Streets turned me into a killer
You know I can't get no realer
I wrote my truth down in these songs, this ain't no cap that's how you supposed too
Disrespected me and now you mad about how my gang move
Told her I don't care I got a side piece and she 5'2
Said that she'll be moving on, I told her she could try too
I showed you different kind of things, I feel like I inspired you
And I don't know why I got all this stupid shit on my conscious
I can't worry about how I set an example for nonsense
I made letters make sense and I turned bars into profit
Made a couple hundred off Brady, it's all from the source
Niggas ain't writing my rhymes I turned my pen to a torch
They barely making my beats, Iso was straight from the core
10k first 6 months, I ain't even go on a tour
And you know I own all my masters so these niggas getting madder
Why these bitches talking shit, I turn their tears into laughter
I got different kind of women, different kind of bitches
Only real niggas gone understand the difference
Potato on the gun caught the little nigga slipping
Better not run I turn your brains into liquid
And shawty keep saying she need some time
But I don't care for your presence I'm not gone lie
I'm just tryna make it on tv
Told her if she wanna see me that stupid bitch gotta stream me
Yea, feel me
I'm coming harder
this just the intro
Watch what I do
Rrr
Gang, gang
Bling
Credits
Writer(s): Ahlayah Springer
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