Got n#gg#s, got ho’s trynna end me
Rockstar, popstar.. so they envy
Block noise, rock toys, like PNB
Pops coy, small void, ‘cause he ain’t seeing me
n#gg#s started acting solid, now they bending
Get to buzzing on the gram they get to friending
Ignore it all ‘cause it won’t pan out in the ending
It ain’t no use in being fake in a what I’m sending
Wearing Prada all the time..
Get used to it
I ain’t coming on the dime..
Get used to it
Got the piece with me
Baby, get used to it
The finest fleecе hit me
Bae, this how the bluеs do it
My big brother ain’t believe, I had to show em
Granny died, I had to grieve, and I’m still going
Money, stacked up to my sleeve, and boy it’s growing
b#tches love me like I’m Keef, they n#gg#s knowing
Quick, fast.. you ever trip I’ll let it go
b#tch bad, she ain’t for keeps.. she just a throat
Switched fast, I ain’t surprised I should have known
Slipped passed, ain’t room to rise.. n#gg# you grown
Got n#gg#s, got ho’s trynna end me
Rockstar, popstar.. so they envy
Block noise, rock toys, like PNB
Pops coy, small void, ‘cause he ain’t seeing me
n#gg#s started acting solid, now they bending
Get to buzzing on the gram they get to friending
Ignore it all ‘cause it won’t pan out in the ending
It ain’t no use in being fake in a what I’m sending
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