October 8th
My nigga wrote statements on me sent me up the road
Do I ever cross your mind like you crossed your bro's
When you breaking down that coke and filling up your nose
Heard you losing weight shit killing your soul
You in prison forever and you ain't even go
You broke the code nigga I hope this shit eat you slow
Once a stand up nigga now a whole hoe
And that bitch flipped script and fucked on my woe
They hate I'm getting rich they loved when I was broke
They hate a nigga lit they love when my money low
They be starting rumors I think it's funny though
If you knew who I was fucking it would hurt your soul
I done put plenty dick in all you niggas hoes
I put your bitch on a jet I bet that she'll go
And we don't do no talking all we do is up the score
Put your ass in a box, tag on your toe
Playing tag on your bitch til her pussy sore
All I know is stunt, all I know is Get The Doe
I was flipping O's, you was flipping on your bros
I was breaking bread you was breaking the code
Keep your head on a swivel stay on your toes
Rules different they ain't making real niggas no mo
Nigga show me signs I ain't waiting he gotta go
Heart cold shit used to be a pot of gold
I fall back cause my feelings they might feel too strong
Reminiscing
Then remember how they did me wrong
I miss my granny i ain't cheap just can't believe she gone
I keep it on me I advise a hater leave me lone
I understand how you feel but just check yo tone
I ain't cheating I just told her bae don't check my phone
Girl don't check my phone
I ain't cheating I just told her bae...
I been cut so many times but they watch me bleed
How I keep It so one hundred but they call me cheap
Ion argue i just say that shit beneath my feet
No ion bargain once i set It you gone pay my fee
A whole mouth full of shit what they gone say bout me
While you thinkin bout me I'm just gone think bout me
Everyday man I been thinkin of all kind of things
Like can I fit a hundred racks up in some Prada jeans
Everyday man I been thinking bout all kind of green
If money grow on trees a nigga need all kind of leaves
A nigga need all kind of leaves
My daddy told me be a leader you should follow me
All I ever wanted you to say you proud of me
Why it's so hard for mama say she proud of me
Proud of me
Asking my niggas like why you gotta trade on me
I love you my nigga why you gotta hate on me
(Asking my niggas like why you gotta trade on me
I love you my nigga why you gotta hate on me)
Do I ever cross your mind like you crossed your bro's
When you breaking down that coke and filling up your nose
Heard you losing weight shit killing your soul
You in prison forever and you ain't even go
You broke the code nigga I hope this shit eat you slow
Once a stand up nigga now a whole hoe
And that bitch flipped script and fucked on my woe
They hate I'm getting rich they loved when I was broke
They hate a nigga lit they love when my money low
They be starting rumors I think it's funny though
If you knew who I was fucking it would hurt your soul
I done put plenty dick in all you niggas hoes
I put your bitch on a jet I bet that she'll go
And we don't do no talking all we do is up the score
Put your ass in a box, tag on your toe
Playing tag on your bitch til her pussy sore
All I know is stunt, all I know is Get The Doe
I was flipping O's, you was flipping on your bros
I was breaking bread you was breaking the code
Keep your head on a swivel stay on your toes
Rules different they ain't making real niggas no mo
Nigga show me signs I ain't waiting he gotta go
Heart cold shit used to be a pot of gold
I fall back cause my feelings they might feel too strong
Reminiscing
Then remember how they did me wrong
I miss my granny i ain't cheap just can't believe she gone
I keep it on me I advise a hater leave me lone
I understand how you feel but just check yo tone
I ain't cheating I just told her bae don't check my phone
Girl don't check my phone
I ain't cheating I just told her bae...
I been cut so many times but they watch me bleed
How I keep It so one hundred but they call me cheap
Ion argue i just say that shit beneath my feet
No ion bargain once i set It you gone pay my fee
A whole mouth full of shit what they gone say bout me
While you thinkin bout me I'm just gone think bout me
Everyday man I been thinkin of all kind of things
Like can I fit a hundred racks up in some Prada jeans
Everyday man I been thinking bout all kind of green
If money grow on trees a nigga need all kind of leaves
A nigga need all kind of leaves
My daddy told me be a leader you should follow me
All I ever wanted you to say you proud of me
Why it's so hard for mama say she proud of me
Proud of me
Asking my niggas like why you gotta trade on me
I love you my nigga why you gotta hate on me
(Asking my niggas like why you gotta trade on me
I love you my nigga why you gotta hate on me)
Credits
Writer(s): Travion Freeman
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