Lyrics
Niggas always gotta have opinions, but ain't got motion
Been that nigga where I'm from, I ain't gotta show it
Gave out the blueprint, how you still broke?
The plug's best friend, fuck I need a deal for
That lil' shit you splitting with your crew, that's a shopping spree
I can stand still while them diamonds playing hide and seek
Rat race, I ain't getting caught up in, I'm stacking faces
I aint really with that broke shit They be thinkin' basic
Bitch, it ain't no doctors or no lawyers where I grew up at
Never satisfied, I gotta grow, ain't no goin' back
Heard they name droppin', we ain't never had a convo once
How you over 30, still broke, out here tryin' to front
I walk up in the label, got a dub on me
I don't fuck with these n****s, most of them phony
Tell you everything about me, never what they did
Meet the bad guy, I'm livin' just like Tony did
Grew up on them fair streets, seen a lot, I can't speak
Last of a dying breed, i aint slippin got my cleats
You lookin like a master hater, i be stackin massive paper
I got pull just like the mayor
Cut him off, ain't talkin' tapers