Lyrics
(Damn, BT)
One day I feel my spirit, that make niggas hate me
Day by day runnin' through dime hos, they see the greatness
I don't care what color niggas bang, I make 'em see this greatness
I don't give a fuck about your problems, I'm tryna feed my baby
Nigga, huh, fine face, fine stress, hit your block up, make a mess
Cop a mask and get some Xans, on that flight, gon' make me rest
Elders I don't disrespect, so that's why a young nigga blessed
Anything under 40, I'm on it, I might leave you stretched
That's for sure, I gotta grow but never forget where I'm from
Outside, bitch, I'm Rick Owens, but inside I'm a Diddy Kong
Prayin' daily, judge the dogs, the devil, oh no, when he come
I stayed down and made a way, this rap paper, I'ma get me some, ay
But the streets got me heartless
Fuck bein' humble 'cause they gon' hate on you regardless
Gotta pay for a lawyer, I might get some future charges
Gotta keep it real 'bout my respect, I slut the parties
Your baby know I'm gnarly, see my story, Hardy
This bitch sound super rare, look at me like I'm Martian
In spirit, I'm a boss so they look at me like the sergeant
I ain't no regular rapper, slap the shit out you, ain't no arguin'
Okay, sorry, but not sorry, so I won't tell you sorry
Ay, ay, I got a Chrome Heart
Not a clothing line but I might let you borrow it
It's how them dead like a Tesla, come charge me
Plannin' to have a son, she got me blessed out, huh
Gotta stay away from guns when I get stressed out, huh
Still go "Frr, frr, frr," let the stress out
I miss my hood, shit, I'm gettin' on twenty in West now
Gotta get a refill 'cause my cup was full with lies
Every time I think 'bout lost soldiers, I get teary-eyed
A real bitch gon' come rub your back when she feel pain in your vibe
Hey, God forbid if I ever go, my mama know I tried
If it get real, you better slide, nigga
Find they block and fry a nigga
Keep me a couple chickens out for every ho got a side nigga
Heard my dawg called me, say they dead
It's time to go and lie with 'em
We done took some L's, it's time to win
I'ma share this prize with 'em, ay
But the streets got me heartless
Fuck bein' humble 'cause they gon' hate on you regardless
Gotta pay for a lawyer, I might get some future charges
Gotta keep it real 'bout my respect, I slut the parties
Your baby know I'm gnarly, see my story, Hardy
This bitch sound super rare, look at me like I'm Martian
In spirit I'm a boss so they look at me like the sergeant
I ain't no regular rapper, slap the shit out you, ain't no arguin'
Okay, sorry, but not sorry, so I won't tell you sorry
Ay, ay, I got a Chrome Heart
Not a clothing line but I might let you borrow it
It's how them dead like a Tesla, come charge me
Sorry, but not sorry, so I won't tell you sorry
Ay, ay, I got a Chrome Heart
Not a clothing line but I might let you borrow it
It's how them dead like a Tesla, come charge me