My Story

We be from the trenches watch these bitches they be plotting
When you got that money, she a eater she be topping
I be rappin' but that's not the point
I'm tryna tell my story
Dmart told me watch these niggas cause they tryna steal my glory
Love is a weakness
He might go off for a shorty
Crips, Bloods, Blu-ray yeah she on both sides
If I fuck her friend in the Benz is you gon' cry
If you win too much, they get jealous, that's a homicide
In my city there is so much hate
Don't be great
Love is fake

No way no way
I won't lose anymore
No way no way
I won't lose anymore

Come on bro you fucking up, you know what's the G-code
We was gettin' money, chase a bag, not these stank hoes
I don't want that, you can have her
Yeah she's okay, mines is badder
Get the money, fuck her after
Flip the page, next chapter
Yeah I smoke good kush, thats my fucking medicine
I got munchies for the money, need my M&Ms
I gave you my all, till it's all over
I thought I was close, then it got closer
They was tryna steal my style so I crossed over
Had mood swings, like I'm bipolar
Never was sober, I just got colder
Money Path the team, all about my green
I'm not talkin' kush now
I'm a money fiend, you don't know the vibe

Yuhwhatnic he made this beat
I see the dream just let it ride
Crippin' told me work it out, you can't go back so now it's time
You can't go back so now it's time
Now it's time

I was GMG, real litty on Swisha Sweet
Five young goons, Free Chops, that's 5inco
Had like 5 hoes
Baby you just for the gang, we can't cuff those
Cuff those
Twin just got Chanel, I'm gon' get Dior
You said you gon' what
I'm just makin' sure
Bullets straight from hell
I got opp pac gas galore
Movin' iffy, Imma smoke him like a Newport
Take one of mine, Imma take yours
Too many fake
I get geeked up just to pop shit
Thirty clip hit em, did em dirty with the mop stick



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Horne
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