Lyrics
No matter what I keep it real
Ten hundred tens thrown on the ground
Most my loses turnt to wins still
Feeling cursed it's hard to smile
Don't play with us paint cities red
For mines the whole word going down
I walk in the room they getting chills
They hear my name they turn around
Now they coming round
I 'm on my way up to the top can't let them in
Told myself I chase a bag before
I ever chase these bitches
Just met a fan she wanna
Hold hands before I left
Diamonds dancing on my chest
Twin up the drac He made him fall
Right where he stand
She telling lies
Don't wanna hear he just a friend
I don't care how many times
I fuck it up let's go again
Can't spend the night bae
I ain't with it
Blow a bag I got the chicken
You enough let's run it back my bae
We don't gatta be finished
I got hoes in every state so either way
I ain't even tripping
Asking round who got his brother merked
He knowing that we did it
Said it's bad come make it worse
We toting drums with blick extensions
Twin catching opps like doing lynchings
He with his bitch twin shoot the leggings
I'm one of one I'm one of those
I'm Moving states like every weekend
Can't get enough too many hoes
Came from the shallows to the deep end
Turning rags expensive clothes
Twin catch a opp just left the meeting
We Pizza flip him dominos
I walk alone no I don't need nobody
Turn off his phone he go and catch a body
We ain't playing games with nun these niggas
They get sent back up to lobby
Spend everyday counting my figures
Getting rich but I ain't Roddy
Bitch think I'm cheating money calling
Hop in the benz stars on the walling
Stay to myself I play it cool