Sayin it different

Talkin tough guess he feelin entitled
Come ride this wave like a tidal
With the I'm plug connected like fios
She gunnin for bread in her bio
Tryna get Rich like Lionel
Don't got no idols
These niggas rivals
He serving mid out the za bags
He janking four niggas for his bag
Your Day 1 might fuck round and backstab
Backends just I stack dat
She feelin herself but her booty on flapjack
This shit real rap no backpack
Throw brodie the oop I pass that
She might get my name as a back tat
Niggas geeking fame and they back track
Shit that you say nobody to back that
I was down bad made amends
I lost some friends made some bands
Her attitude mid but she is a 10
And I ain't green I don't simp
Pass the sheets with the blend
When I was down bad on the J I would skimp
Ridin' dirty with the coupe with the tints
She off the boot no timbs

Remember the times I was down just tryna make me a couple of bands
Look at me now, she mad at me I just buss on her face
Just came back from trap putting in work like Johnny Dang
Stashed all inside of the house just tryna stack it better then a bank
If you play with us my nigga you know that we all finna get to spraying
Pick up the weight could get my wrist sprained
Going a hunnid miles now I need a oil change
My old bitch kept nagging, that's why my bitch changed

She drippin in Lubs talkin Christian
I just be saying it different
They wasn't seeing the vision
I had to keep my distance
Hard headed nigga won't listen
Wanna get rich gotta risk it
Can never be blamed for a lack of ambition
I got that loud Steve Rifkin
Watch dem niggas It Was Written
I Don't want you round if you tippin
Flips off the scale
Like it's fishing
Niggas be wellin the shit they be spitting
Only fuck with Truth like the ticket
Not good round his way cause he barred
Think I'm the crankest thus far
Bread in the bank up to par
Ball like Isaiah and Dumars
Grind for this paper
Can't grind for applause
On God



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Writer(s): Exso
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