Lyrics

[Verse] If the label wanted me, they coulda jumped on me My motivation was different, I owed the plug money Every week he was pulling up, throwing grub on me That's when I found out my bruddas ain't have love for me I was desperate, they still wouldn't buy nothing from me Now all these carats in my mouth like I'm Bugs Bunny Now I'm lit and all these bitches wanna buss on me You want a verse, it's gonna cost a little blood money You wanna be my brudda now but you can't pick and choose Where was you when I was only selling sixty-twos? How you link her outta town just for some shitty food? You coulda helped me after everything I did for you Fuck it, light a cigarillo, let me get a twos I got my burner on me now, I need to stick a move Celebrating when a booting doesn't hit the news Promise that I'll never let 'em break me in the interviews All the lies on the internet, there's been a few I might have the plug talking on the interlude I might need to go to war, I got some shit to prove We ain't got no real beef, this some finger food This full clip will leave your forehead split in two This old beef, it had the whole hood split in two Now I'm on my own side, that's a winner's due I'm the one that all my dead friends living through These grey clouds got no silver line 2020, I sold Jonesy a silver nine Had the clip filled with bine, he needed reassurance So I beat off one shot and sealed the deal in time I did it by surprise, made my brudda flinch Then he took it straightaway, I told him "Rub my prints" "Why you make me waste a bullet" what my bruddas think Selling waps to my bruddas, I don't wanna drink I just had to sell that and make some new plans Cause I had three waps in only two hands Me and Shep bought a crep, I put in two bands When they pulled up on my youngers, tell me who ran Pagans pulling up, I tell 'em "Don't run" Cause it's highly unlikely I got no gun I can't always be around, I got my own drum So I had to give Little Z his own one I told 'em "When they pull up, hit a home run" Too much pressure on them pussies and they won't come I get way too busy doing road runs Gets a little different when you're only getting whole ones Break it and you buy it, make it and you try it Once you open up the packet, man can't back it Freezing in the trap, certain man can't hack it Fell asleep on the sofa in my Trapstar jacket