Swear To God (STG)

The littest nigga in my city man I swear to god
Remember I was broke as hell I used to pray to god
I never had no 9-5 I couldn't keep a job
My niggas made them fake accounts to find a way to rob
And fuck the hate I just adapted to the shit
And fuck the law I hit the trap and got it lit
I'm tryna ball I feel like Patrick on the knicks
And Baby I been on the road I'm taking trips

Free my brother feds got em in that shit
They used to tell me I won't make it far but now I'm in the mix
I'm taking flights to get the bag I'm taking risks
Groupie bitches tryna get all in my pics
I used to go to school with 7 in my socks
At 3oclock I doubled up and hit the block
I lost my niggas pour out liquor fuck a shot
I'm tryna reach like 7 figures before I drop
It's suavebaby there ain't shit I feel I gotta prove to niggas
You needa know I'm antisocial I ain't tryna kool with niggas
Shawty tryna give me brain like shawty went to school with niggas
I'm tryna flood the team with ice you'd probably think a cooler hit us
I swear to god I seen a lot of bodies drop
My circle small I know a lotta niggas plot
I'm really tryna make a Milly for my pops
No milly but I'm getting shiggy on ya block

The littest nigga in my city man I swear to god
Remember I was broke as hell I used to pray to god
I never had no 9-5 I couldn't keep a job
My niggas made them fake accounts to find a way to rob
And fuck the hate I just adapted to the shit
And fuck the law I hit the trap and got it lit
I'm tryna ball I feel like Patrick on the knicks
Baby I been on the road I'm taking trips

I put my heart in every verse this shit ain't cap nigga
I should've never showed no love to all you wack niggas
I just be rhyming when I speak I ain't no rap nigga
I made my plug a lotta bands flipping packs nigga
They tell me imma be a star I'm like I been a star
They tryna give me some advice that ain't take at all
The police always on my ass soon as they see my car
I know they want me in that system but I'm taking off
Remember They ain't wanna walk with me
She wanna ride remember she ain't wanna talk to me
I taught myself I'm my own tutor ain't no coaching me
Was chasing money lately moneys been approaching me
You niggas jokes to me
Lately I can't tell you if it's love or it's hate
The hate been feeling real but the love really fake
Tryna move into a crib you gotta buzz at the gate
And I'm from New York they show me love in every state

The littest nigga in my city man I swear to god
Remember I was broke as hell I used to pray to god
I never had no 9-5 I couldn't keep a job
My niggas made them fake accounts to find a way to rob
And fuck the hate I just adapted to the shit
And fuck the law I hit the trap and got it lit
I'm tryna ball I feel like Patrick on the knicks
And Baby I been on the road I'm taking trips



Credits
Writer(s): Juwaughn Legions
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