Who Sent You

Lyrics

[Intro] (Cedes on the beat) [Verse 1] Yeah, I been gettin' my profit on 'Cause it ain't what you sell it for, it's what you got it for Fuck is you shoppin' for if you ain't tryna buy the store? Yeah, I got what you want, but this is illegal, might cost you more if I drop it off Damn, it ain't no real niggas left, y'all done shot 'em all My hand ain't on your front door, so knock it off We ain't the type to have cops involved I really put the world on pause when my mama calls Still relaxed, look what I learned when I was calm Peeled back like the return of Tylenol It's real facts, don't be runnin' behind me If you have a GPS in the cut, you will find me I ain't like these other artists lookin' for someone to sign me Just play your part like Nas haircut in the '90s Grimy, get suspenseful, detrimental Write like I got a extra pencil, word [Chorus] We never met, who sent you? Word, word, yeah Why join 'em? I'd rather bet against you, yeah, yeah, hmm Never let another nigga check offend you, yeah Just get yours, just get yours [Verse 2] Yeah, gotta level what's in you I'm from the era where music videos said, "To be continued" but never continued While the Lord was drivin' your spirit, the devil was in you, don't wanna bypass How come it's never funny to no one when I laugh? Got cool with Mal before he left The Joe Budden Podcast Don't let your child lose they soul to a iPad, be better parents This for them rappers that use samples and never clear 'em Yeah, I bought my parents a F-150 with Panamera Still gotta make an appearance with the man in the mirror We from the hood, your stylists don't understand the apparel We back votin', we Black owners Strap loaded, but that's only for that moment I ain't on Clubhouse, ain't tryna chat, homie I do Apple Pay, Zelle, and Cash App only And fuck PayPal, them refunds is wack, homie Even when it's family and friends, they'll send it back, homie Lost too many disputes, might go back to cash only And that's facts, homie, yeah [Chorus] We never met, who sent you? Word, word, yeah Why join 'em? I'd rather bet against you, yeah, yeah, hmm Never let another nigga check offend you, yeah Just get yours, just get yours [Outro] (Cedes on the beat)