F Your Help

Make my own money fuck your help I get my own money
I'm a rare type counting hustle out my zone money
Search for Mrs right need that Google Chrome money
Got be careful with these bitches swear they always on something
Keep my mask on boy these niggas sick they pass on
Tryna Latch on I see through the lies I catch on
Shit it's back on heard they thought I died they facts wrong
I had some shit to handle I'm authentic while they pressed on

Bitch don't act sadidy like I ain't have you on video
Turn up for my niggas getting visits on the video
Yea I know I'm fly don't got to tell me I'm that guy
Don't compare me to that dude I'm gone win I never tie
No that's not one of my guys infatuation at high
It get slippery then we slide it ain't good to play both sides
Stay on point when I'm outside cause niggas broke but full of pride
Shit my momma cried enough I made a promise I'd survive
I'm so full of rage it's hard to let it go
Tried to keep caged want me lose my soul
Friends Turn to foes bros Turn to hoes
Hard to tell the difference who gone hold or fold
Nigga fuck your help
I don't ask my niggas know wassup shootout to rell
You ain't send shit cause I never asked you you weak as hell
You know ain't no coming back from that excuses fail
Guess you know me well

Make my own money fuck your help I get my own money
I'm a rare type counting hustle out my zone money
Search for Mrs right need that Google Chrome money
Got be careful with these bitches swear they always on something
Keep my mask on boy these niggas sick they pass on
Tryna Latch on I see through the lies I catch on
Shit it's back on heard they thought I died they facts wrong
I had some shit to handle I'm authentic while they pressed on

Roll with the punches like it's nothing
I'm gone swing back ain't no ducking ain't no running
Life be on some shit seem like it's always something
Is what it is won't fall like summer No bullshit
Bomb on these niggas I ain't trying bond with em
We ain't got nothing in common I can't get along with em
Keep on faking it get real how you say it's hard for you
Rest in peace my nigga quil some ain't even ride for you
I'm so sick of niggas who to trust I'm tired of guessing
Wish I would've listened that shit had my momma stressing
I then seen alot sell they soul for ready rocks
Screaming free the man how you leave em down and out

Niggas playing sure they want to ride when you fly
Quick to takeoff when you land
I don't understand showing all this love when you die
Quick to take you off when they can Damn

Make my own money fuck your help I get my own money
I'm a rare type counting hustle out my zone money
Search for Mrs right need that Google Chrome money
Got be careful with these bitches swear they always on something
Keep my mask on boy these niggas sick they pass on
Tryna Latch on I see through the lies I catch on
Shit it's back on heard they thought I died they facts wrong
I had some shit to handle I'm authentic while they pressed on



Credits
Writer(s): Dontae Robinson
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