Lyrics
Me and my dargs we're really tryna make it up
And I be spitting real truth I ain't make it up
Careful who you trust cus certain man are fake as fuck
And if I make it up I really made it out the mud
My flows are too sick got everybody saying yuck
In my lowest point stressing out n chopping bud
can't even blame the kid like Giannis I was chasing bucks
When I had pennies they were going out and dating up
Cruising with a bally on my Kawasaki hitting cattys
Sipping on a maggy smoking cali with my laddies
Chilling with a baddy from Iraqi got a fatty
She can't sleep around so I gotta book a cabby
Tryna make it up can't be flipping Krabby Pattys
Spotted blue lights told my akhi rev the gaddi
I stick to my profits I ain't ever moving chatty
Put it in a baggy fly it lizzy only makes me happy
I'm bagging n slanging n rapping n trapping
Fiends cracking n nagging while im on the beat snapping
I been chasing up the bag and I think its become a habit
I ain't got no heart but I grew up with some manners
I be Hustling everyday I ain't got the time for badders
Spotted blue lights on my rear nerve wracking
Pants sagging Pray to god I make it happen
Violate my bros gotta wrap him
Tryna be fly like Aladdin
And have a cute lighty w a backend
And everytime I tap it hear the clappin
If she do the cappin straight gaggin
Her backs a rounders but we ain't doing batting
Running for the bag I don't mind over-lapping
Bruddas test me we can really get it cracking
Prolly ___ with the stabbin step back mans coming with the double of that jabbin
Me and my dargs we're really tryna make it up
And I be spitting real truth I ain't make it up
Careful who you trust cus certain man are fake as fuck
And if I make it up I really made it out the mud
My flows are too sick got everybody saying yuck
In my lowest point stressing out n chopping bud
can't even blame the kid like Giannis I was chasing bucks
When I had pennies they were going out and dating up
Me and bros on the road to a million
Tryna stack dem ps w my gs like Kyllian
And when my songs do well I know that it's killin em
And fuck the fake hoes on the roads I ain't feelin em
Through all the glam and glitter
The fake stayin bitter
Thought i had faith in my team but the snakes were slicker
Thats why I'm pouring liquor
N I might sip it up
So much hate on the roads why I'm never showin love
What I need to show love for?
Im tryna make my bread in peace then move out offshore
Only got a couple man I trust small circle
The rest want checks you ain't checkin me so don't call
Ive held it ten toes down till my feet sore
Held it down so we can be up like a see saw
Don't try to be my bro if I ain't seen you before
What you tryna see for is it cus I'm blowing up
The moneys been on mind since a child when I was growing up
Didnt have it all but its alright cus man we had enough
But I wanted more need a kettle for the tough times
So I put my heart in the stu when I write rhymes
Realest to the core
Cant sit back and be poor
DND on phone mumzy said I need to call her more
But I'm just doing this so you ain't gotta work anymore mummy
And I wont stop with the work till we got money
Some brothers switched sides and I find it real funny
But it's cool Ima do this shit with or without
Haters on the net do the most just running their mouth
crazy the type of shit they're willing to do for the clout
If u aint bro or fam get my name out of your mouth
haters can suck out
Bag of man I cut out
Certain shit I sussed out
Your boy ain't got no trust now
Wait till I drop some more cus I ain't done enough now
Me and my dargs we're really tryna make it up
And I be spitting real truth I ain't make it up
Careful who you trust cus certain man are fake as fuck
And if I make it up I really made it out the mud
My flows are too sick got everybody saying yuck
In my lowest point stressing out n chopping bud
can't even blame the kid like Giannis I was chasing bucks
When I had pennies they were going out and dating up
(Musics my way out I ain't got a plan b
Tryna stack mad ps find me where the racks be
Cant put no trust in you cus I know that the rats speak
Shoulda seen a rat when you were eyeing up on my cheese
I cant deal with that the hate and all the jealousy
Didn't know me then so don't call now like what you telling me
Tunnel vision tho I'm just focused on my melodies
Ain't got time of day to hate its love for all my enemies)