Yeah Yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I be with my gang man
Everybody twist their fingers speaking the same language
Only love blue faces
They think that I'm racist
I'm from section 8 bitch
I'm from ebt bitch
Roaches in the sink bitch
Dirty in my drink bitch
I've been gaining weight bitch
Stressed as fuck can't take this
I just wanna lane switch
Buy my mom a mansion
Nephew on the way bitch
We still in the projects
Yeah we made some progress
Lord knows I need a mill next
They ain't wanna let my niggas in the fucking building
Who I gotta kill next?
Boy I came out from bounce checks
This scam money no allowance
This is SSI for the talents
Got my uncle Gerald in the county
Then my lil nigga caught a body
Then my other nigga pulled the shotty
Ion blame him I'm just bothered
Man I wish I could of talked him out of it
Would of told my nigga that I'm proud of him
I know time ticking not a lot of it
Live another day not no promises
What's the point of breathing if you ain't making money?
What's the point of living if you ain't making money?
I ain't dying broke imma take it from you
Ain't popping out til checks come out
No nigga that I'm worried about
Don't cross me you get faded out
Broke niggas think they made it now
Broke bitches think they famous now
I cross my heart I hope to die with
Broke niggas always been the loudest
I've been sipping that Ricky Bobby
Niggas like me ain't posed to make it out here
I've been tapped in know I read my Bible
My cousin crip and other piru
He scream suwu almost died about it
And my doctor called my phone said I'm diabetic
And my uncle just died got a lot of stresses
And the only way to cope is to eat a lot pussy
So sorry lil mama I ain't treat you properly
Dealing with some shit I ain't thinking properly
Murder on my mind gotta talk me out of it
Money the only thing that can save me baby
Why you ain't dap me that drove me crazy
Throw blue stacks in a nigga face bitch
I ain't wanna do it but that nigga made me
Kill every nigga how I'm feeling lately
Stunt on a bitch how I'm feeling bitch lately
You ain't gon duck you gon see me baby
Tell lil bitch she gon see me baby
Hope you hate me now, hope you see me baby
All up in your face like 3D baby
I ain't wanna do it but you made me baby
I ain't dying broke imma make the money
If I need it now imma take it from ya
Niggas like me we don't make it out here
Niggas like me we don't
I be with my gang man
Everybody twist their fingers speaking the same language
Only love blue faces
They think that I'm racist
I'm from section 8 bitch
I'm from ebt bitch
Roaches in the sink bitch
Dirty in my drink bitch
I've been gaining weight bitch
Stressed as fuck can't take this
I just wanna lane switch
Buy my mom a mansion
Nephew on the way bitch
We still in the projects
Yeah we made some progress
Lord knows I need a mill next
They ain't wanna let my niggas in the fucking building
Who I gotta kill next?
Boy I came out from bounce checks
This scam money no allowance
This is SSI for the talents
Got my uncle Gerald in the county
Then my lil nigga caught a body
Then my other nigga pulled the shotty
Ion blame him I'm just bothered
Man I wish I could of talked him out of it
Would of told my nigga that I'm proud of him
I know time ticking not a lot of it
Live another day not no promises
What's the point of breathing if you ain't making money?
What's the point of living if you ain't making money?
I ain't dying broke imma take it from you
Ain't popping out til checks come out
No nigga that I'm worried about
Don't cross me you get faded out
Broke niggas think they made it now
Broke bitches think they famous now
I cross my heart I hope to die with
Broke niggas always been the loudest
I've been sipping that Ricky Bobby
Niggas like me ain't posed to make it out here
I've been tapped in know I read my Bible
My cousin crip and other piru
He scream suwu almost died about it
And my doctor called my phone said I'm diabetic
And my uncle just died got a lot of stresses
And the only way to cope is to eat a lot pussy
So sorry lil mama I ain't treat you properly
Dealing with some shit I ain't thinking properly
Murder on my mind gotta talk me out of it
Money the only thing that can save me baby
Why you ain't dap me that drove me crazy
Throw blue stacks in a nigga face bitch
I ain't wanna do it but that nigga made me
Kill every nigga how I'm feeling lately
Stunt on a bitch how I'm feeling bitch lately
You ain't gon duck you gon see me baby
Tell lil bitch she gon see me baby
Hope you hate me now, hope you see me baby
All up in your face like 3D baby
I ain't wanna do it but you made me baby
I ain't dying broke imma make the money
If I need it now imma take it from ya
Niggas like me we don't make it out here
Niggas like me we don't
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Writer(s): Kiron Castle-allen, Latrell James, Luke Janvier
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