55 Bars (Intro)

Lyrics

[Intro] (I got exotic pack) Man [Verse] This fame, it ain't tangible Don't let the money damage you I had to quit my job 'cause I wasn't managable I had to put my back against the wall, that's what that jam'll do You keep talkin' slick, we gon' catch you slippin', we gon' handle you Pussy nigga Your bitch wanna give me that twat, so keep it pushin', pimpin' I got hustle, I don't need mics, I ain't Scottie Pippen, uh It take a third off that nigga body if that shotty clip him, uh It'll split a nigga in half if that chopper spittin', uh Got my daddy slavin', workin' for the white man I'm like Tom Brady, I throw bullets with my right hand My nigga fightin' cases back to back, he think he Tyson These niggas sleeped my nigga right beside him like a nightstand He just waitin' on that head nod so he can snipe 'em You ain't wrong if you right, but you wrong, nigga, if you writin' These kids ain't even goin' to school no more, they wanna see violence, huh They lackin' the knowledge, huh They ain't got no guidance The OGs told me go the other way, your flow the nicest Who would've ever thought the words I spoke, that they'd be priceless But I'm still callin' the plug and tell him gon' 'head, send the kite in Focus on the reup, already addin' the prices Distractin' the guard so my nigga can sneak the pipe in We heard the opps in here, we might smoke 'em before the night end But they played this shit cool, so we gon' play it bool, but If they make a move, then them niggas makin' the news, uh We was young and vicious, we known for breakin' the rules, uh Niggas on social media typin', frontin' they moves, huh We just got this drop from this bitch, so we 'bout to move, huh Spin around the block, if you catch him, leave him on snooze, huh Niggas got some nerve, huh Leave 'em on the curb, uh We was taught to move that bag Trap the first to third, uh Always knew to watch my mans 'cause he'll do you first And then show up to your funeral cryin' all in the church Like it wasn't me Nigga said he gon' bleed me when he see me, we gon' bee, uh Catch a nigga out danglin', now he pleadin', "I ain't mean it," uh How the fuck you ain't mean it? Uh How the fuck you my dog, you ain't even seen man when I needed you? She say, "Why the fuck you so mean to me?" You wasn't there, now you needin' me Just a little argument, you leavin' me Shut up, bitch, and just cream for me Money build character These niggas needed charity The streets wasn't fair to me I need a little clarity I need a little blarity My mama know I'm plug My daddy know I'm Blood I'm ridin' with the thugs I'm sleepin' with the funds I'm loadin' up the drums 'Cause I know the problems comin' Shit, I know the problems bomin' Man, these streets ain't a hundred Nigga want smoke like a sauna Okay, we gon' see like the Thunder Okay, we gon' bee in the jungle Money counter beep beep, Road Runner If it's all up to me, then we earn it And we gon' let the money burn like a furnace Gotta watch niggas plottin', tryna hurt you 'Cause these niggas be hatin' like they Kermit