Let Em Die
Money come and go
Let it ride
Tired of being broke
Let it ride
I was feeling low
I let it ride
Middle finger haters let 'em die
For the guys
Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it ride
Middle finger haters let 'em die
I realize rappers love to lie
Look me in my eyes it's a homicide
I could kill a rapper if I harmonize
Since I monetized I been cutting ties
Don't want fame
Up the prize
We ain't up the fye
We not eye to eye
Got the upper hand
On the other guys
All authentic
I don't utter lies
I been packing heat
One-hundred degrees
It's all eyes on me
I'm who they trying to be
Living legend status
Not a prodigy
Hoe I know my momma proud of me
Fit to flip the street
And niggas under my feet
I could spit you a key for a typical fee
But it ain't what it was
I want everything
More than anything
I know one thing
Money come and go
Let it ride
Tired of being broke
Let it ride
I was running low on my lifeline
Now I'm back at it
It's about time
Gave a couple singles
And some clout rhymes
Now they doubt mine
Ole dumb niggas
I'm about mine
Say it one time
I'm about mine
Money come and go
Let it ride
Let it ride
I was feeling low
I let it ride
Middle finger haters let 'em die
For the guys
Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it ride
Middle finger haters let 'em die
Okay I'm back in this bitch I been
Oh shit damn
Okay I'm back in this bitch I been
Spitting I'm broke I just act like I'm
Hold on ah damn
Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it ride
Okay I'm back in this bitch
I been spitting I'm broke
I just act like I'm rich
I been working the Stu
When I'm out of the mix
I been mixing the stew
When I need me a fix
Not a typical nigga
I'm really that bitch
No not a bitch
But I'm saying badder than her and him
And them niggas he with
I can't wear skinnys
A nigga too thick
Them bitches don't fit
Up on the bus
When I ain't got the whip
If it's up then it's stuck
Then I'm stuck in this bitch
Ima give to my niggas
And up from the rich
Flipped to get fixed
Then put up in the crib
Ain't stuck in the trap
I trapped and I dipped
A nigga can't hoop
So I'm rapping and shit
But I'm actually lit
Ya know how I get
When I'm talking my shit
Uh
Let it ride
Let it ride
Yeah Aye
Let it ride
Let em die
Let it ride
Mmmm ima let 'em die
Mmmm let it ride
Let it ride
Tired of being broke
Let it ride
I was feeling low
I let it ride
Middle finger haters let 'em die
For the guys
Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it ride
Middle finger haters let 'em die
I realize rappers love to lie
Look me in my eyes it's a homicide
I could kill a rapper if I harmonize
Since I monetized I been cutting ties
Don't want fame
Up the prize
We ain't up the fye
We not eye to eye
Got the upper hand
On the other guys
All authentic
I don't utter lies
I been packing heat
One-hundred degrees
It's all eyes on me
I'm who they trying to be
Living legend status
Not a prodigy
Hoe I know my momma proud of me
Fit to flip the street
And niggas under my feet
I could spit you a key for a typical fee
But it ain't what it was
I want everything
More than anything
I know one thing
Money come and go
Let it ride
Tired of being broke
Let it ride
I was running low on my lifeline
Now I'm back at it
It's about time
Gave a couple singles
And some clout rhymes
Now they doubt mine
Ole dumb niggas
I'm about mine
Say it one time
I'm about mine
Money come and go
Let it ride
Let it ride
I was feeling low
I let it ride
Middle finger haters let 'em die
For the guys
Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it ride
Middle finger haters let 'em die
Okay I'm back in this bitch I been
Oh shit damn
Okay I'm back in this bitch I been
Spitting I'm broke I just act like I'm
Hold on ah damn
Let it ride
Let it ride
Let it ride
Okay I'm back in this bitch
I been spitting I'm broke
I just act like I'm rich
I been working the Stu
When I'm out of the mix
I been mixing the stew
When I need me a fix
Not a typical nigga
I'm really that bitch
No not a bitch
But I'm saying badder than her and him
And them niggas he with
I can't wear skinnys
A nigga too thick
Them bitches don't fit
Up on the bus
When I ain't got the whip
If it's up then it's stuck
Then I'm stuck in this bitch
Ima give to my niggas
And up from the rich
Flipped to get fixed
Then put up in the crib
Ain't stuck in the trap
I trapped and I dipped
A nigga can't hoop
So I'm rapping and shit
But I'm actually lit
Ya know how I get
When I'm talking my shit
Uh
Let it ride
Let it ride
Yeah Aye
Let it ride
Let em die
Let it ride
Mmmm ima let 'em die
Mmmm let it ride
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Writer(s): Darius Matthews
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