Not Us
Mama said boy you gon' be something great
Don't let a fake nigga come through and eat off your plate
Head up keep pushing that weight
This for the fallen who look down from the heavens gates
You can't be stuck in the past it don't matter what happened has happened so keep Moving forward
This was the path that you chose make the most no regression and make sure your feet Keep on going
Back in my bag like I hopped on the wave running shit like the pope and I'm staying afloat
Niggas be pussy and go on the net like a shorty on Twitter typing what she wrote
Mother and sister and brother and father be dear to my heart so I'm keeping them close
Love come and go but loyalty forever if you really wit me that's sum you show
But I don't want fake love I want money
Boujee and bad and she sweeter than honey
Different levels boy you look like junkie
You ain't my bro but you goofy and funny
Levitating I feel extraterrestrial
Speaking my language she said hers was sexual
In then she out and the pattern perpetual but that shawty unforgettable
We run it up
Hop in the whip that's a Lambo Truck
They be talking that shit I don't give a fuck
Jump to the money moving like it's double Dutch
Feel like Michael game seven we in the clutch
First never second want gold not the runner up
Know some niggas who made it straight from the mud
Know some niggas with everything turn to scrubs
But I ain't bitch ain't no hoe in us
Old news finna come to the light like we heard it through the grapevine
My shawty slim and she sexy love when I grip up on her waistline
Bail money we don't do time
Fake loving that's the new slime
Trap bumping like a jump man
Bitches want me I'm the up man
Keep it Lowkey what they don't know they don't know so nobody can ruin
I fuck that bitch wit a rubber and jewelry drip on my neck and she liking my Cuban
Speaking my heart I had nothing to lose I told her that I love her but loves an illusion
Righting my wrongs cuz I lied to some people I told you I'm sorry but I'm only human
Ain't no one perfect nigga but lets get this money gang
Step on the gas
I ain't ever letting up
Good girl but now she slut
Don't know what happened
Ain't got nun do with me
Born to this world as a freak
But I don't know what happened
What happened to keeping it real
(What happened)
What happened to keeping it g
(What happened)
Too many niggas be greedy and selfish don't wanna see there brother eat
Fuck all the capping in captions on Insta flexing on these niggas that you'll never meet
Niggas be knowing I'm playing too much but if they need a hand I'll get them on there Feet
Body that boy like I body the beat
YSL flow on repeat
We run it up
Hop in the whip that's a Lambo Truck
They be talking that shit I don't give a fuck
Jump to the money moving like it's double Dutch
Feel like Michael game seven we in the clutch
First never second want gold not the runner up
Know some niggas who made it straight from the mud
Know some niggas with everything turn to scrubs
But I ain't bitch ain't no hoe in us
Don't let a fake nigga come through and eat off your plate
Head up keep pushing that weight
This for the fallen who look down from the heavens gates
You can't be stuck in the past it don't matter what happened has happened so keep Moving forward
This was the path that you chose make the most no regression and make sure your feet Keep on going
Back in my bag like I hopped on the wave running shit like the pope and I'm staying afloat
Niggas be pussy and go on the net like a shorty on Twitter typing what she wrote
Mother and sister and brother and father be dear to my heart so I'm keeping them close
Love come and go but loyalty forever if you really wit me that's sum you show
But I don't want fake love I want money
Boujee and bad and she sweeter than honey
Different levels boy you look like junkie
You ain't my bro but you goofy and funny
Levitating I feel extraterrestrial
Speaking my language she said hers was sexual
In then she out and the pattern perpetual but that shawty unforgettable
We run it up
Hop in the whip that's a Lambo Truck
They be talking that shit I don't give a fuck
Jump to the money moving like it's double Dutch
Feel like Michael game seven we in the clutch
First never second want gold not the runner up
Know some niggas who made it straight from the mud
Know some niggas with everything turn to scrubs
But I ain't bitch ain't no hoe in us
Old news finna come to the light like we heard it through the grapevine
My shawty slim and she sexy love when I grip up on her waistline
Bail money we don't do time
Fake loving that's the new slime
Trap bumping like a jump man
Bitches want me I'm the up man
Keep it Lowkey what they don't know they don't know so nobody can ruin
I fuck that bitch wit a rubber and jewelry drip on my neck and she liking my Cuban
Speaking my heart I had nothing to lose I told her that I love her but loves an illusion
Righting my wrongs cuz I lied to some people I told you I'm sorry but I'm only human
Ain't no one perfect nigga but lets get this money gang
Step on the gas
I ain't ever letting up
Good girl but now she slut
Don't know what happened
Ain't got nun do with me
Born to this world as a freak
But I don't know what happened
What happened to keeping it real
(What happened)
What happened to keeping it g
(What happened)
Too many niggas be greedy and selfish don't wanna see there brother eat
Fuck all the capping in captions on Insta flexing on these niggas that you'll never meet
Niggas be knowing I'm playing too much but if they need a hand I'll get them on there Feet
Body that boy like I body the beat
YSL flow on repeat
We run it up
Hop in the whip that's a Lambo Truck
They be talking that shit I don't give a fuck
Jump to the money moving like it's double Dutch
Feel like Michael game seven we in the clutch
First never second want gold not the runner up
Know some niggas who made it straight from the mud
Know some niggas with everything turn to scrubs
But I ain't bitch ain't no hoe in us
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Writer(s): Ite Adekeye
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