M.E.D
If I go back in time
Then it won't take long to shine
Soon you gon see me on billboards
New Color new designs
Can't ask me how I'm doing
I'll tell man I'm fine
You just gotta know the signs
Fake friends I press decline
I don't know what's worse
Their envy or they thirst
Play tough get put in a hearse
Gotta watch for 12 they lurk
Louis bag no purse
Can't play with molly or percs
They see me they disperse
This shit they can't rehearse
I need a pep talk today
Niggas they mad we just slay
Pop out 21s on 21s on 21s
Then K
I had a pep talk with jay
Life ain't black or white it's gray
Give me that blue cheese in a plate
We putting that paper all in a tray
I need that money fast
Heard he got hit like punching bag
Brodie got rich now, he's popping bags
He's popping stacks he's popping tags
Said he ain't never touching racks
SRT go fast on fast
G.O.N that's flags on flags
On fonem grave that's facts on facts
Do it like paper boy paper boy
Need my fucking paperboy
Ain't nobody safe I heard them niggas really play with toys
Got that shit from grizzy boy
Heard that it don't make no noise
Beefing kids I do avoid
Can't let it slide he made his choice
Yeah
All about my fucking money
All about my fucking money
All about my fucking money
All about my fucking money
Then it's mullah every day
Mullah in the way
Mullah mullah got that shit from Kway
I don't ever play
Mullah got me stressing in a way
Trynna flip the page
Nigga said he really throwing shots
Tell him demonstrate
I can't never speak on fonems case
We don't conversate
Said it but can't say it to my face
They just imitate
Heard he want a spot but this shit full
Can't participate
Niggas hate but we just play it cool
Tell them niggas hate
You mad I ain't really gon diss you
He cry man give him a tissue
Switch sides man u don't see the issue
Kay flock masked up no visual
Pop out them niggas can't miss you
He told I know he with you
Got hands don't need no pistol
But if hands don't work we blick you
Do it like paper boy paper boy
Need my fucking paperboy
Ain't nobody safe I heard them niggas really play with toys
Got that shit from grizzy boy
Heard that it don't make no noise
Beefing kids I do avoid
Can't let it slide he made his choice
Then it's moolah every day
Moolah in the way
Moolah, moolah, got that shit from Kway
I don't ever play
Moolah got me stressing in a way
Tryna flip the page
Niggas said he really throwing shots
Tell him demonstrate
Then it won't take long to shine
Soon you gon see me on billboards
New Color new designs
Can't ask me how I'm doing
I'll tell man I'm fine
You just gotta know the signs
Fake friends I press decline
I don't know what's worse
Their envy or they thirst
Play tough get put in a hearse
Gotta watch for 12 they lurk
Louis bag no purse
Can't play with molly or percs
They see me they disperse
This shit they can't rehearse
I need a pep talk today
Niggas they mad we just slay
Pop out 21s on 21s on 21s
Then K
I had a pep talk with jay
Life ain't black or white it's gray
Give me that blue cheese in a plate
We putting that paper all in a tray
I need that money fast
Heard he got hit like punching bag
Brodie got rich now, he's popping bags
He's popping stacks he's popping tags
Said he ain't never touching racks
SRT go fast on fast
G.O.N that's flags on flags
On fonem grave that's facts on facts
Do it like paper boy paper boy
Need my fucking paperboy
Ain't nobody safe I heard them niggas really play with toys
Got that shit from grizzy boy
Heard that it don't make no noise
Beefing kids I do avoid
Can't let it slide he made his choice
Yeah
All about my fucking money
All about my fucking money
All about my fucking money
All about my fucking money
Then it's mullah every day
Mullah in the way
Mullah mullah got that shit from Kway
I don't ever play
Mullah got me stressing in a way
Trynna flip the page
Nigga said he really throwing shots
Tell him demonstrate
I can't never speak on fonems case
We don't conversate
Said it but can't say it to my face
They just imitate
Heard he want a spot but this shit full
Can't participate
Niggas hate but we just play it cool
Tell them niggas hate
You mad I ain't really gon diss you
He cry man give him a tissue
Switch sides man u don't see the issue
Kay flock masked up no visual
Pop out them niggas can't miss you
He told I know he with you
Got hands don't need no pistol
But if hands don't work we blick you
Do it like paper boy paper boy
Need my fucking paperboy
Ain't nobody safe I heard them niggas really play with toys
Got that shit from grizzy boy
Heard that it don't make no noise
Beefing kids I do avoid
Can't let it slide he made his choice
Then it's moolah every day
Moolah in the way
Moolah, moolah, got that shit from Kway
I don't ever play
Moolah got me stressing in a way
Tryna flip the page
Niggas said he really throwing shots
Tell him demonstrate
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Writer(s): Gabriel Ohaekenyem
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