Lyrics

[Intro] Enot gon' shoot you up Spancy be making heats, on God [Verse] Half a milli on my neck just spent that shit in Benny Chosen one, I know I get 'em mad, I'm hated by so many I seen niggas woofin' on the net, in person don't seek any Built my name and I ain't never asked to let me for shit, not-nothin' Diamonds on me bussin' Dummy died, he tried, roll him in a russian I play not no game, 40 shots 'bout my chain Go and ask the last opp, hollow hit his brain Richard Mille chillin' on me, quarter milli plain 150 for a show, shit bout nothin', I was playin' Sat back chillin', I was lame, fuck these niggas sayin'? Shit they coming out, it sound like they ain't spin a thing Not gon' lie, they tell me, ''Go, go'', I be tryna chill Every drop they beg for more, 'cause I know that shit is real Sat back I had to think 'bout it and think 'bout it and think 'bout my life I know they only love me for the hype I see this shit clearly, I do The industry gon' fear me, I knew But fuck it if I'm wrong or I'm right, who is you to judge my life? Trauma flashy, bloody image, I do 'Ready knowin' I'm the best, don't give a fuck 'bout what they say I'm in New York walkin' 'round [?] with that K You a fake like you a opp, keep a gun, no, we don't play [?] gon' both be home and Jaytee dumb-ass gon' be hay Free that dyke bitch Nay, 183rd side, we don't play Most these niggas out here woofin', I respect it, 'cause he spray Most these niggas out here woofin', I do not respect the hype Youngin havin' all these millies, that's why I do what I like Trenches days I earned my stripes, shit 'bout nothin', go perform Brodie sent some flyin', now his feelings so gone, so gone Trauma driven, he not knowin' how to move I get it still just what goes on, just what goes on Just what goes on, that's just what goes on, just what goes on [Outro] [?]