Fifty
My granddaddy just died, a real P, forever miss him
Told you to get off them drugs, it fucked me up, now I'm sat mentally
I can't see no nigga take my life, that shit ain't meant for me
Been up in the trap, I break it down, it back 15 to G
Ain't one time up in my life, head smokin', I ain't keep it street
Ain't one time up in my life, I ain't pull up in somethin', beatin' the streets
I'ma take your life, don't let me find out you plottin' on killin' me
R.I.P. to the guys, we gon' slide, I think about memories
I can't tell no lies, I feel your vibe, I think you meant for me
Just know I gon' die every time they diss, so it don't get to me (leggo)
Put that package in your name, go take that risk for me
Free my dawgs and fuck the laws, they tryna sentence me
Fifty thousand, that's a one, this shit like BML
Say you gon' rob me when you see me, you might well kill yourself
I ain't racin' niggas to the top, I'm tryna meet you there
Used to bein' on EBT, now they pay racks to see me speak
Got my first check, I went gun-crazy, scrapped up like the Navy
I'm straight outta Raleigh, we was deep in hell, sleepin' in my grandma's basement
I lean in with Sam, four pockets full on me just like Lil' Baby
Chains on me just like a slag, white gold crib, and I ain't racin'
Wolf hat on my neck, I'm servin' pack, this shit ain't new to me
You say you got this, but you a rat, boy, you ain't foolin' me
I was by myself, I had to grind like it was two of me
We just turned your O.G. to a pack, still tryna link with me
Got my first check, I went gun-crazy, scrapped up like the Navy
I'm straight outta Raleigh, we was deep in hell, sleepin' in my grandma's basement
I lean in with Sam, four pockets full on me just like Lil' Baby
Chains on me just like a slag, white gold crib, and I ain't racin'
Four-five hundred, ain't a clue what I made before a deal, I be gettin' paid
Diggin' the block and it come with no safety. Switch on the bitch so you might not make it
Real trap baby, used to pose in the vacant houses
Niggas don't like what they hatin'
I had to run this shit up, I'm punishin' niggas
They put it in all they faces, I'm actin' no faking
Told you to get off them drugs, it fucked me up, now I'm sat mentally
I can't see no nigga take my life, that shit ain't meant for me
Been up in the trap, I break it down, it back 15 to G
Ain't one time up in my life, head smokin', I ain't keep it street
Ain't one time up in my life, I ain't pull up in somethin', beatin' the streets
I'ma take your life, don't let me find out you plottin' on killin' me
R.I.P. to the guys, we gon' slide, I think about memories
I can't tell no lies, I feel your vibe, I think you meant for me
Just know I gon' die every time they diss, so it don't get to me (leggo)
Put that package in your name, go take that risk for me
Free my dawgs and fuck the laws, they tryna sentence me
Fifty thousand, that's a one, this shit like BML
Say you gon' rob me when you see me, you might well kill yourself
I ain't racin' niggas to the top, I'm tryna meet you there
Used to bein' on EBT, now they pay racks to see me speak
Got my first check, I went gun-crazy, scrapped up like the Navy
I'm straight outta Raleigh, we was deep in hell, sleepin' in my grandma's basement
I lean in with Sam, four pockets full on me just like Lil' Baby
Chains on me just like a slag, white gold crib, and I ain't racin'
Wolf hat on my neck, I'm servin' pack, this shit ain't new to me
You say you got this, but you a rat, boy, you ain't foolin' me
I was by myself, I had to grind like it was two of me
We just turned your O.G. to a pack, still tryna link with me
Got my first check, I went gun-crazy, scrapped up like the Navy
I'm straight outta Raleigh, we was deep in hell, sleepin' in my grandma's basement
I lean in with Sam, four pockets full on me just like Lil' Baby
Chains on me just like a slag, white gold crib, and I ain't racin'
Four-five hundred, ain't a clue what I made before a deal, I be gettin' paid
Diggin' the block and it come with no safety. Switch on the bitch so you might not make it
Real trap baby, used to pose in the vacant houses
Niggas don't like what they hatin'
I had to run this shit up, I'm punishin' niggas
They put it in all they faces, I'm actin' no faking
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Writer(s): Garian Walls
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