Ůnderstand
They must be standing under me since they don't understand me
I'm livin' lavish, stack that bread up for my kids and family
No, they don't understand
Supply but get no demand
Thoughts of closure with you, but we ain't close the deal
I'm not the type to be running my mouth
Ain't starting no drama, my lips are sealed
Fighting my battles with these battle scars
Some of the wounds still haven't healed
Made these niggas start skating, ain't no fake in my blood, bitch, I keep it real
I'm rappin' with the mic in my hand
I'm not the type to beg for a helping hand, no
And most of the things that I've done, I did on my own
These demons tryna lure me in, tryna make me think that I'm all alone
Ooh, I don't give a fuck what they talkin' about, nah
They ain't on shit, stack my money up, I'm gone
Ooh, poppin' these pills and I'm fucked up
Expressin' my love but get no love
Most niggas got feelings even if you a thug
Sometimes a nigga just want a lil hug
Drag yo name through the dirt, when you got it out the mud
Blueberry Faygo what I'm sippin' on I be sippin' till my mind gone
She be sending me hearts but I wear mine in chrome
I'm just tryna get you with me alone
Yeah, Maybach, what I'm whipping in
Close the curtains, you can't even see in
5% the windows and I'm sliding
I'm a mastermind, can't play me with your mind games
Ooh, yeah, say what now, say what now
Don't let them lie to you, babe
These niggas forever gon' hate you
I'm livin' lavish, stack that bread up for my kids and family
No, they don't understand
Supply but get no demand
Thoughts of closure with you, but we ain't close the deal
I'm not the type to be running my mouth
Ain't starting no drama, my lips are sealed
Fighting my battles with these battle scars
Some of the wounds still haven't healed
Made these niggas start skating, ain't no fake in my blood, bitch, I keep it real
I'm rappin' with the mic in my hand
I'm not the type to beg for a helping hand, no
And most of the things that I've done, I did on my own
These demons tryna lure me in, tryna make me think that I'm all alone
Ooh, I don't give a fuck what they talkin' about, nah
They ain't on shit, stack my money up, I'm gone
Ooh, poppin' these pills and I'm fucked up
Expressin' my love but get no love
Most niggas got feelings even if you a thug
Sometimes a nigga just want a lil hug
Drag yo name through the dirt, when you got it out the mud
Blueberry Faygo what I'm sippin' on I be sippin' till my mind gone
She be sending me hearts but I wear mine in chrome
I'm just tryna get you with me alone
Yeah, Maybach, what I'm whipping in
Close the curtains, you can't even see in
5% the windows and I'm sliding
I'm a mastermind, can't play me with your mind games
Ooh, yeah, say what now, say what now
Don't let them lie to you, babe
These niggas forever gon' hate you
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Writer(s): Luh B
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