Trendz

I know what it is I do not be capping
I know an opinion without even asking
I go set a trend, and then go get the bag
Out on they ass, and they tried make me mad
I made a passion for this, I'm the man in the building
I promise you that I won't stop till them M's up
I made my decision
Yea, I made my decision
Who the fuck the one said I ain't did shit
I just think they believing they wishes
They was wishing I fell but I didn't
I knew I was winning, when the hate didn't phase me
And I'm starting to love when they hate it
That shit keeping me humbler baby

Better not play with it, know you gone fumble it
From DM's, to shoot outs
To cross outs, to back doors locked
More n*****, getting knocked off
No natural causes, regardless
We all out here starving
Sipping on all them drugs one of my dawgs almost lost his life
Playing round with the plug you one of one
It's all good oh, oh, oh, oh
I didn't mean to send it up
I know yo life ain't fun
Yo ass goin broke off paying them bills
I'm just praying to God my mama see me count a cash M
I ain't even think about all that drama that's gone come
Or all that karma, yea
At least be valid nonsense
Came will all them consequences
I done learned to be the best
I done learned to skip next
Every time I get that feeling
I can smell that bad business
I can get the young n***** litty
I don't want nun back I ain't trippin
Just make sure yo cash steady flipping
The motive, yea

I know what it is I do not be capping
I know an opinion without even asking
I go set a trend, and I go get the bag
Out on they ass, and they tried make me mad
I made a passion for this, I'm the man in the building
I promise you that I won't stop till them M's up
I made my decision
Yea, I made my decision
Who the fuck the one said I ain't did shit
I just think they believing they wishes
They was wishing I fell but I didn't
I knew I was winning, when the hate didn't phase me
And I'm starting to love when they hate it
That shit keeping me humbler baby

No I ain't Soulja Boy
I'm the one started saying kick door drip
You know you sold yo boy
How the fuck you say you a real stepper
Telling first, then trying to keep it gangster
How the hell that work
Leg work
Only the type just to smash sum for the dashboard
Different slide rides to slide by just like some castor oil
I know n***** with no money, and still a real one
I know a n**** probably ran through a million
And he'll probably still from ya
It ain't no street love



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Writer(s): Justin Johnson
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