Lyrics

[Intro] Nigga, do all of that [Chorus] Yeah I can't let you throw me off, I'm tryna stay alive (I'm tryna stay alive) Goin' broke tryna keep up, that's why these niggas dyin' You ever seen two hundred thousand all blues? It'll blow your mind Nights inside the trap, early mornings, you can't cheat the grind (You can't cheat the grind) [Verse 1] Yeah 448 and bust it down to eighthies I need sixty for every pack, if you a lame, I need eighty I quit fuckin' with that bitch, I got her fiendin', want my baby If she broke, I wouldn't hit her with the dick, not even graze it I spent too much money on clothes to pull up on a broke bitch (Yop) Out in public, seen an opp and got it poppin', call me Chris She keep smilin' in my face, probably tryna suck my dick Shе gettin' crazy, can't remembеr the last time I kissed a bitch I'm like yeah, put my shiesty on, clutchin' on that Glock If I don't know you when you meet me, boy, you better not be an opp I'm really scared, you see me out, I always got a hundred shots Shootin' plenties all through the hood, and it's just me and our block Yeah I'm in Cali in an Uber sippin' drank In the mall takin' pictures, you should've seen the workers' face Then I'm right back to the city doin' a hundred up to 8 I got a date with the baddest bitch and I'm like two hours late Yeah [Chorus] Yeah I can't let you throw me off, I'm tryna stay alive (I'm tryna stay alive) Goin' broke tryna keep up, that's why these niggas dyin' You ever seen two hundred thousand all blues? It'll blow your mind Nights inside the trap, early mornings, you can't cheat the grind (Ayy, you can't cheat the grind) I can't let you throw me off, I'm tryna stay alive (I'm tryna stay alive) Goin' broke tryna keep up, that's why these niggas dyin' You ever seen two hundred thousand all blues? It'll blow your mind [Verse 2] I'm just tryna my money up so crazy Up until one of these rap hoes in trappin' with a baby I'm out of town, they askin' me is you a gangster? I'm like, "Maybe" Probably like that to y'all, but I think rap niggas fugazy I like hangin' with my niggas, they the only ones understand me You a lame, next-door-ass neighbor, nigga, like Stanley We'll step all on your grass, and fuck all on your lady Disrespect your whole house and only show love to the babies It's our block, this our hood, if we here, that's how it is Fresh off a flight, I run your city like I've been here since a kid Down to risk it all for me, my dog just came home from a bid Niggas call me like they dad and I don't even got no kids Nice guy, they finish last, and this a bad man's game I knew that when I seen the realest nigga die that's paid I fuck rap niggas' hoes and I don't even got no chain My bankroll, it's on fleek like my bitch when she got braids (Yop)