Really Did It

I gave my nigga hope and I really did it

I'm tryna get my niggas out the trenches

This thirty hangin' off them Glocks extended

I trust in my dog, he really with it

I know if he get knocked, he ain't snitchin'

We weren't raised like that

Sippin' syrup, man you know we really sippin'

And fuckin' these bad bitches, we really did it

And when a nigga fly, fuck he drippin'

A young nigga with a hundred thousand, he winning

Put your money to your ear and show you gettin' it

Eighteen with a hundred racks, what you know 'bout that?

Came from selling packs, seeing niggas get whacked

Money to my ear, fuck what Jay-Z said

I'ma stay down tryna get it, I need Jay-Z bread

I really did it, in them kitchens with my niggas

Keep them pistols, probably served a thousand midgets

Hundred bags of the strong, got 'em gone, did it all off a phone

Told my bitch ain't comin' home 'til that fuckin' pack gone

I gave my nigga hope and I really did it

I'm tryna get my niggas out the trenches

This thirty hangin' off them Glocks extended

I trust in my dog, he really with it

I know if he get knocked, he ain't snitchin'

We weren't raised like that

Sippin' syrup, man you know we really sippin'

And fuckin' these bad bitches, we really did it

And when a nigga fly, fuck he drippin'

A young nigga with a hundred thousand, he winning

Put your money to your ear and show you gettin' it

When I first seen my first hundred thousand, I was twenty

Ridin' 'round bumpin' P, screamin' No Limit

They tried to knock me off my pivot

Told him keep me in the game coach

Got a couple dollars, lost a couple partners

Fuck a nigga who done changed on me

Make a nigga drop some change on him

We weren't raised like that

You know your brodie told on brodie while you praised that rat

The way that I got it they thought I print it

I caught my first harder than carter sentence

Just when I had started they thought I'm winning

I cut bitches off now they thought I'm tripping

I gave my niggas hope, I really did it

They gave my cuz a bow, I really miss him

Codeine all in my system

Won't ever leave this house without my pistol

Now never beat a double but a triple, nigga

I gave my nigga hope and I really did it

I'm tryna get my niggas out the trenches

This thirty hangin' off them Glocks extended

I trust in my dog, he really with it

I know if he get knocked, he ain't snitchin'

We weren't raised like that

Sippin' syrup, man you know we really sippin'

And fuckin' these bad bitches, we really did it

And when a nigga fly, fuck he drippin'

A young nigga with a hundred thousand, he winning

Put your money to your ear and show you gettin' it