Spread Love

I don't think they like me
But fuck it, Ima keep counting this money
I don't think they like me
They rather go blind than see me stunting
I don't think they like me
I don't got friends, it's just me and my brothers
I don't think they like me
I don't got friends, it's just me and my brothers

Aye, go get your surfboard
All these niggas know is how to ride waves
Aye, just be yourself dawg
Cuz my image can't be copied or saved
My niggas riding around with sticks, we share em like Chick-O's
They like, "Damn Dave, you popping up with cash"
I tell em I'm going up like a GTA cheat code
Had a good girl, turned her to a freak hoe
Had to cross off one of my migo
Young nigga with Heat, villain no Herro
Englewood baby, ballin' like Derrick Rose
Moved to Champaign feeling like The Fresh Prince
She told me to wait but I start, no bench
In the Club, Antisocial
In my zone then I fuck her and her friend
I think these niggas don't like me
I let em off the hook like I don't fuck with fish
I'm with Dede riding to some Thugga shit
CJ and Ky in the back tucked with blicks
Really I'm just tryna spread love and shit
Get my family rich, like fuck the bricks
Have a Queen to love, give me hug and shit
Envy in the air, have the haters piss

I don't think they like me
But fuck it, Ima keep counting this money
I don't think they like me
They rather go blind than see me stunting
I don't think they like me
I don't got friends, it's just me and my brothers
I don't think they like me
I don't got friends, it's just me and my brothers

I'm working hard, I hope my dreams come true
We're all grown so I can't blame you
It's an evil world, people dying left and right
They don't know they left and right, right or wrongs
Everybody influenced by drill songs
I told Kaidyn to stay out the way, stack that money, and them hoes gon' come along
Fray said,"niggas gon hate, just let em hate. If they change then let them change"
In the hood, we don't get trophies, we just buy land and chains
When you're on top, what they gon' say?
Why would you quit now?
You came too far just to sit down
If you're balling then you better stay inbound
Yeah, his bitch in the stands rooting for me calling me, "Boo!"
I told her, "I can't lean on you, I need my own cup of deuce"
Yeah, my flow P.R.S. like Bari brand
These niggas Bishop on Juice
Yeah, rule number one is stack that paper
Rule number two is never wait up
Rule number three is alley-oop
I know how Ray Charles felt
I was blind to the hate, they put me on a cross
They wanna see me get nailed like Jesus
When I'm in your presence, it's Holy

Envy in the air, have the haters piss
Really I'm just tryna spread love and shit
Had a good girl, turned her to a freak hoe



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Writer(s): David Bramlett
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