Beneficial
This for the gang back home
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, yeah
Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely
Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies
Can't trust a soul, everybody actin' phony
I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me
Spoil me with loyalty 'cause money ain't the issue
Everything ain't fair when these niggas ain't official
Niggas only call me when it's something beneficial
Then they fucking wonder why my heart cold as a icicle
Lied to my face, riding through this city, it ain't safe
Gotta keep that forty on my waist
'Cause niggas wanna put me in the grave, on the gang
Uh, I don't need no handout, I'ma get it on my own (my own)
Niggas tryna takе my crown, wanna knock me off my throne (knock me off my-)
Even if I movе right, niggas still do me wrong (still do-)
I ain't really tryna die-die, can't put me on a headstone (put me on a-)
Shit OD (ye), that's the main reason I be lowkey (ye)
Lotta niggas really ain't my homies
Had to take a step back (swish), Kobe (ye)
Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely
Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies
Can't trust a soul, everybody acting phony
I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me
Spoil me with loyalty 'cause money ain't the issue (issue)
Everything ain't fair when these niggas ain't official (ain't official)
Niggas only call me when it's something beneficial (beneficial)
Then they fucking wonder why my heart cold as a icicle
Ye, niggas fake, keep a heater, it get cold outside
Sometimes I feel like I don't really know my guys
Let the bass slap, niggas really cap, that's why I hate rap
I'm dodgin' 5-0 and before I trust a nigga, I'll trust my pole
Riding Bentayga before it was Murciélago
40 on me, don't need a Nina, got a bad bitch, you ain't seen her
From the hood, they didn't believe us, you probably won't believe us
It was a trophy, when I got it, went and copped my chain
Lamb truck not panoramic, went and dropped my brain
Convertible, I want more so I'ma cop Mulsanne
You could look me in my eyes and tell I'm not no lame
Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely
Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies
Can't trust a soul, everybody acting phony
I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me
Spoil me with loyalty 'cause money ain't the issue
Everything ain't fair when these niggas ain't official
Niggas only call me when it's something beneficial
Then they fucking wonder why my heart cold as a icicle
Ye, niggas say they gon' bang-bang but they change-changed on the gang-gang
How you say you gon' ride-ride when you really wanna switch lane-lanes
I just wanna get my paper up, niggas not on the same page
Not on the same thing, niggas ain't really gang-gang
I really am a demon, I'm a thief in the night
I am not no angel, I been sinnin' my whole life, uh
Praying to Allah, I been tryna make shit right (uh)
Tryna make shit right (uh), tryna change my life (uh)
Shit OD, that's the main reason I be lowkey
Lotta niggas really ain't my homies
Had to take a step back (swish), Kobe
Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely
Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies
Can't trust a soul, everybody acting phony
I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, yeah
Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely
Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies
Can't trust a soul, everybody actin' phony
I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me
Spoil me with loyalty 'cause money ain't the issue
Everything ain't fair when these niggas ain't official
Niggas only call me when it's something beneficial
Then they fucking wonder why my heart cold as a icicle
Lied to my face, riding through this city, it ain't safe
Gotta keep that forty on my waist
'Cause niggas wanna put me in the grave, on the gang
Uh, I don't need no handout, I'ma get it on my own (my own)
Niggas tryna takе my crown, wanna knock me off my throne (knock me off my-)
Even if I movе right, niggas still do me wrong (still do-)
I ain't really tryna die-die, can't put me on a headstone (put me on a-)
Shit OD (ye), that's the main reason I be lowkey (ye)
Lotta niggas really ain't my homies
Had to take a step back (swish), Kobe (ye)
Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely
Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies
Can't trust a soul, everybody acting phony
I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me
Spoil me with loyalty 'cause money ain't the issue (issue)
Everything ain't fair when these niggas ain't official (ain't official)
Niggas only call me when it's something beneficial (beneficial)
Then they fucking wonder why my heart cold as a icicle
Ye, niggas fake, keep a heater, it get cold outside
Sometimes I feel like I don't really know my guys
Let the bass slap, niggas really cap, that's why I hate rap
I'm dodgin' 5-0 and before I trust a nigga, I'll trust my pole
Riding Bentayga before it was Murciélago
40 on me, don't need a Nina, got a bad bitch, you ain't seen her
From the hood, they didn't believe us, you probably won't believe us
It was a trophy, when I got it, went and copped my chain
Lamb truck not panoramic, went and dropped my brain
Convertible, I want more so I'ma cop Mulsanne
You could look me in my eyes and tell I'm not no lame
Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely
Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies
Can't trust a soul, everybody acting phony
I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me
Spoil me with loyalty 'cause money ain't the issue
Everything ain't fair when these niggas ain't official
Niggas only call me when it's something beneficial
Then they fucking wonder why my heart cold as a icicle
Ye, niggas say they gon' bang-bang but they change-changed on the gang-gang
How you say you gon' ride-ride when you really wanna switch lane-lanes
I just wanna get my paper up, niggas not on the same page
Not on the same thing, niggas ain't really gang-gang
I really am a demon, I'm a thief in the night
I am not no angel, I been sinnin' my whole life, uh
Praying to Allah, I been tryna make shit right (uh)
Tryna make shit right (uh), tryna change my life (uh)
Shit OD, that's the main reason I be lowkey
Lotta niggas really ain't my homies
Had to take a step back (swish), Kobe
Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm lonely
Streets playing foul, I been losing all my homies
Can't trust a soul, everybody acting phony
I'm not tryna die so I ride with it on me
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Jaster, Omir Bernard, Kobe Easter
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