Wana Be Known

Y'all know what the fuck going on

Uh

You wana be known for greatness
Or be known for being hated

Eyes peeled
Yea I See a lot
But I don't say shit

Dior Savage
Yea I Got her drawn off my fragrance

Don't care about em hatin
I tell myself congratulations

Yeah

See a lot of tails tucked

Big dogs turned into pups

Trust
She gone fuck with you cause you up
Ain't got nothing to do wit luck

Even when it's thick
It's West side I'm throwing up

Seen em popped at twenty one
I guess he Should've been more savage

My bitch think I'm with some hoes
Told her now I'm keepin ratchets
Niggas play the fence
You gone end up with ya brains Splattered

No one on my side moving regular
They move like trained assassins

Loses tragic
Typa L's to make you go and hop in traffic

Searchin for them niggas that you know lack
Hackin niggas worse then Shaq
Just to get our hands on stacks
Turning Vegas into Chiraq

We was tired of driving by saks
Without a sack
So I put a end to that

Conscience did me bad
So this gas
I put it in a wrap

Casamigos in my lap
I pour these sins into a glass
Wrapping rubber bands around this cash
While She twerkin ass
And All I do is think about my path
Then I just Sit back and crack a laugh

Niggas thought I'd end up dead by the time I got to twenty-eight

You wana be known for greatness
Or be known for being hated

Eyes peeled
Yeah I see a lot
But I don't say shit

Dior Savage
Yea I Got her drawn off my fragrance

Don't care about em hatin
I tell myself congratulations

See a lot of tails tucked

Big dogs turned into pups

Trust
She gone fuck with you cause you up
Nothing to do with luck

Even when it's thick
It's West side that I'm throwing up

Stick on my shift
Automatic if I'm thirty eight

Working hard and still got fired
Couldnt plead my case

Should've let this glock speak
Cause it has a way
Of making what I say
Resonate

Fuck around retaliate
Naw I ain't gone do it
Ima put my feelings in this music

Bros over hoes
Naw
I think that it's money over those

Cause empty pockets is as far as loyalty will go

Can't believe how much support they show
For who they don't know

Went to school wit me but never share a post

Thought I made it
Cause I got a text from flex
But it was automated

Hopped up in my feelings
Then got motivated
Twisted up a swisher
Then got hella faded
When I lit the tip
A lot of bars
Cause these my magazine clips

You ain't gone get rich cause that's what you wish

Niggas be a trip
Think they spit
But I'm in the booth
Wild-n-out
Like Charlie Clipse



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Smiley Jr.
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