Lyrics

[Verse] A lot of niggas switched on me, granny gettin' sick on me Bro just caught a case, I pray them charges don't stick on him Mama gettin' older, she got pain in her shoulder Streets gettin' colder, never know when it's over I'm speakin' from experience, I done lost a couple soldiers I'm ridin' up the 7 playin' Blade in a Rover I don't trust shit so I barely got homies On my way to a label meeting with the Glock on me Paranoid, I feel like niggas got the drop on me You know I'll never slip and I can't flock somethin' A hundred K in jewelry, got my neck and wrist flooded I know the bitches love it, I know them niggas jealous Where the rain? We don't feel it, we the ones with the umbrellas With a gang of rich niggas, it ain't shit that you can tell us Bitch, I'm really with the mob, you fuckin' with some good fellas My dog won't fly right, so I had to clip his feathers A lot of shit been goin' good, I ain't gotta speak on it Five thousand for the rug, I don't put my feet on it A hundred thousand for the Benz, it ain't got a lease on it Thirty thousand for the charm, not including the link on it And my bitch got Chanel, Gucci, YSL Two thousand for her hair, five hundred for her nails Pull off in a Trackhawk, make that bitch catwalk I'm a real player, I ain't never got the drop so I [?] I see a lot of mini-me's, all these niggas knockoffs Catch him, leave him top off, we gon' knock his top off Trey Five-SeveN blew his hats and his socks off I'm real life Top Dawg, these niggas not boss Woop