Mas Progreso
Judging me like if they been there but don't know shit
Want the old Dram i said SoundCloud got my old shit
Now i got too much responsibilities
My family's priority
Fucked up in the past hope they pardon me
Was partying more than sororities
I treat my brothers like the bosses that they are
Sacrificing i done took some losses now i never take a day off
Ain't nobody gonna take you serious if them niggas around you ain't up
Used to dream about a 7 series now i want a mansion paid off
My mothers in pain and it's showing
My grandmother doubted the music cause it didn't pay it's okay ima show you
I made 20K when i saw you
I had to give 10 to my lawyer
On do not disturb ima call you
Cause nowadays i don't really wanna chat
If it ain't bout bread it's annoying
The goal was to get it with gang but some niggas fucked up and bit on my hand
I take loyalty to the heart
But i took it to the chin
I seen niggas creep through the dark
Only around when i win
I can't be fake if i wanted to
I just play it how i live
I got too much to lose
Niggas thinking cause i rap Drama won't do it to them
Gained patience had a loose screw
I can't adapt to the new school
Cause niggas be fake as fuck
Seen it all i can't make this up
Get your team involved you gon make enough
Niggas scared to see official taking off
When i got locked up was the moment of truth
That's when mami found out the shit that i do
You done raised 6 on your own with no help
I was trynna run it all up for you
And you can ask anybody in my camp
All i think about is you
Give a fuck what i got
Who's around
Never cared what they do
I'm focused as fuck i swear
This time around I'm making it count don't care who's here
Burnsev to the death of me tatted that shit by my ear
I ain't really trynna hear it
I should take it all and disappear
I feel like the last of the real
We could've been signed to a major
But we ain't really know what we was doing
Was new to the music
They wasn't trynna pay us
And that shit with flex fucked our name up
But you cannot blame us
I don't do this for no cameras
Trynna provide for everyone on my side
Since a youngin had to man up
You thought you had one up on me
You niggas don't know how to move
You gon get your refund
They gon do it for free
Got too much to lose
I can't be out loose getting my hands dirty in beef
Never said i was the gangsta type but i got credit if i need it
Don't play about my brothers my bleedys
Want the old Dram i said SoundCloud got my old shit
Now i got too much responsibilities
My family's priority
Fucked up in the past hope they pardon me
Was partying more than sororities
I treat my brothers like the bosses that they are
Sacrificing i done took some losses now i never take a day off
Ain't nobody gonna take you serious if them niggas around you ain't up
Used to dream about a 7 series now i want a mansion paid off
My mothers in pain and it's showing
My grandmother doubted the music cause it didn't pay it's okay ima show you
I made 20K when i saw you
I had to give 10 to my lawyer
On do not disturb ima call you
Cause nowadays i don't really wanna chat
If it ain't bout bread it's annoying
The goal was to get it with gang but some niggas fucked up and bit on my hand
I take loyalty to the heart
But i took it to the chin
I seen niggas creep through the dark
Only around when i win
I can't be fake if i wanted to
I just play it how i live
I got too much to lose
Niggas thinking cause i rap Drama won't do it to them
Gained patience had a loose screw
I can't adapt to the new school
Cause niggas be fake as fuck
Seen it all i can't make this up
Get your team involved you gon make enough
Niggas scared to see official taking off
When i got locked up was the moment of truth
That's when mami found out the shit that i do
You done raised 6 on your own with no help
I was trynna run it all up for you
And you can ask anybody in my camp
All i think about is you
Give a fuck what i got
Who's around
Never cared what they do
I'm focused as fuck i swear
This time around I'm making it count don't care who's here
Burnsev to the death of me tatted that shit by my ear
I ain't really trynna hear it
I should take it all and disappear
I feel like the last of the real
We could've been signed to a major
But we ain't really know what we was doing
Was new to the music
They wasn't trynna pay us
And that shit with flex fucked our name up
But you cannot blame us
I don't do this for no cameras
Trynna provide for everyone on my side
Since a youngin had to man up
You thought you had one up on me
You niggas don't know how to move
You gon get your refund
They gon do it for free
Got too much to lose
I can't be out loose getting my hands dirty in beef
Never said i was the gangsta type but i got credit if i need it
Don't play about my brothers my bleedys
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Writer(s): Steven Diaz
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