Yeah, they try to send for me
Envy and jealousy is everything
I wish upon all my enemies
All that for them, right back at them
What my mind keeps telling me?
Mind keeps telling me
I hear everything, I don’t answer cause it’s all there and it better be
Trust me it better be, no long talking or settling
Just when I’ve never won no wrestling
But he’s on a big belt medal ting
Street’s unruly
More life for my brother’s trying out better things, cause
All my niggas running to the money
We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay
And all my niggas running from them hoes in the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn’t wanna know, but now I’m seeing dough
These catties they be calling up my phone
All niggas they applaud me on the road
I put corn in for my bro
Niggas keep on talking on a low
Niggas keep talkin on a low, but all my niggas bros
All my niggas,all my niggas bros
My niggas have your niggas on the ropes
I’ll have niggas on your roads
Niggas on my strip or on my phone
With a brick or with a pole
I got niggas that will hit a kid with both
Now I’m dressing in a different set of clothes
Gucci and the Prada brings the hoes
All my niggas running to the money
We be running like ayaya
And all my niggas running from them hoes in the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa
Like whoa, a month ago you didn’t wanna know, but now I’m seeing dough
These catties they be calling up my phone
All niggas they applaud me on the road
Free Smoke
Anybody want it they can get it, no joke
Call up landlord, nigga that’s broke
I only link with the real ones, lord knows
On fo’, I love to see a fake nigga go broke
I don’t run to twitter with the things I know
I fall back to see how it unfolds
Yeah, like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Years ago they didn’t wanna know
But now I’m seeing dough
Catties they be calling up my phone
Trying to get tickets for the show
Yeah, I got U.K. tings on a (what’s sat down)
Like plus 4-4 on the crew
Like whoa whoa whoa, whoa
Like whoa
A month ago you didn’t wanna know, but now I’m seeing dough
These catties they be calling up my phone
All niggas they applaud me on the road
I put corn in for my bro
Niggas keep on talking on a low
Niggas keep talkin on a low, low, low
