Alot
East coast junkie, turnin' up, they got me ballin' like a mellow
Shooter with my gang, right or wrong, it ain't no settle yeah
I got more ties, no we pushin' to the pedal
If you look into my eyes, no my mama raised the devil yeah
Paid away my lies trying to burn away the fame
Ain't no turnin' up unless I'm turnin' up again
Yeah I'm poppin' off, you better watch out what you sayin
If you made the wrong move, couple shots up to your brain
Snatchin' on my chain, now you messin up my neck
Realize what's you sayin', put that pain into my chest
Everybody watching me they hoping imma lose
Went winnin' with my brothers, we gon'e get it, ain't no chosen
How they see me when they win and then they're making moves
And congratulate what I'm doin', don't even mess with you
Why you acting like we callin' ya'll stupid on that lane switch
Same switch, everybody acting like the gang switch
These kids playing both sides they be actin' like you want it
Snitching when the pressure get real they get to runnin
These kids bringing up the boxes they don't know to know you
Pushin' on the gas I put the work in like it's voodoo
Plenty scars, I never dreamed of tryna take away this pain
Praying to my knees, hoping good'll feel the same
Everybody ain't your mane, they gone leave when they don't need you
Know they want me for the fame but they gon'e out like they don't need to
Need to run around the world with honey all up on racks
And all the baggage ain't no replacing how they was capped
Blue faces getting racist, I don't reign buying cash
I don't got it out the mud, they gon'e say I needed help
Ain't nobody really there when you tugging it by yourself
Everybody in your team but they gon'e leave you on the shelf
Screw all the boys who doubting me, I hope they doin' well
Packin' all my cash yeah im on my way out
East coast junkie, turnin' up, they got me ballin' like a mellow
Shooter with my gang, right or wrong, it ain't no settle yeah
I got more ties, no we pushin' to the pedal
If you look into my eyes, no my mama raised the devil yeah
Paid away my lies trying to burn away the fame
Ain't no turnin' up unless I'm turnin' up again
Yeah I'm poppin' off, you better watch out what you sayin
If you made the wrong move, couple shots up to your brain
Shooter with my gang, right or wrong, it ain't no settle yeah
I got more ties, no we pushin' to the pedal
If you look into my eyes, no my mama raised the devil yeah
Paid away my lies trying to burn away the fame
Ain't no turnin' up unless I'm turnin' up again
Yeah I'm poppin' off, you better watch out what you sayin
If you made the wrong move, couple shots up to your brain
Snatchin' on my chain, now you messin up my neck
Realize what's you sayin', put that pain into my chest
Everybody watching me they hoping imma lose
Went winnin' with my brothers, we gon'e get it, ain't no chosen
How they see me when they win and then they're making moves
And congratulate what I'm doin', don't even mess with you
Why you acting like we callin' ya'll stupid on that lane switch
Same switch, everybody acting like the gang switch
These kids playing both sides they be actin' like you want it
Snitching when the pressure get real they get to runnin
These kids bringing up the boxes they don't know to know you
Pushin' on the gas I put the work in like it's voodoo
Plenty scars, I never dreamed of tryna take away this pain
Praying to my knees, hoping good'll feel the same
Everybody ain't your mane, they gone leave when they don't need you
Know they want me for the fame but they gon'e out like they don't need to
Need to run around the world with honey all up on racks
And all the baggage ain't no replacing how they was capped
Blue faces getting racist, I don't reign buying cash
I don't got it out the mud, they gon'e say I needed help
Ain't nobody really there when you tugging it by yourself
Everybody in your team but they gon'e leave you on the shelf
Screw all the boys who doubting me, I hope they doin' well
Packin' all my cash yeah im on my way out
East coast junkie, turnin' up, they got me ballin' like a mellow
Shooter with my gang, right or wrong, it ain't no settle yeah
I got more ties, no we pushin' to the pedal
If you look into my eyes, no my mama raised the devil yeah
Paid away my lies trying to burn away the fame
Ain't no turnin' up unless I'm turnin' up again
Yeah I'm poppin' off, you better watch out what you sayin
If you made the wrong move, couple shots up to your brain
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Writer(s): Dasgasdom3
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