Letras
You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings
She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her
I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters
Shout out to haters, the reason I made it
They like, "Dyl, how you feel like you ain't made it?"
They like, "Dyl, how you feel you don't feel famous?" (That shit gon' be crazy, dame)
They don't know I'm just getting to the paper
I feel God teaching me patience
Gotta calm bro down, he been tryna work on his anger
I been tryna tell him quit bankin'
I been tryna tell him stop buyin' these clothes and buy acres
And lately been pushing these Ps
But a nigga act dumb, then his ass As-salamu alaykum
Have Mo and them put him in shackles
Put duct tape around him, leave nothing but ankles (slow down)
That's enough about that
See this chain? Get touched 'bout that
Don't trip when I spin one shot in his back
No window-shop, no more, straight to the back
Hopped straight in the game, and went straight to the max
I ain't even blow yet, God hold me back
'Cause He know once He let me go get 'em, it's raps
Protected by the blood, still riding with gatt
If shit go down, I know I got bro
I lost ten bands, it's like stubbing his toe
You gotta know one monkey don't stop a show
I just need me and a paddle to drive this boat
Can't get close, I don't know what he on
Auntie been talking, niggas been plottin' and watchin' (that shit gon' be crazy, dame)
I'm on it, I'm playin' them close
You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings
She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her
I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters
Shout out to haters, the reason I made it
They like, "Dyl, how you feel like you ain't made it?"
They like, "Dyl, how you feel you don't feel famous?"
They don't know I'm just getting to the paper
These niggas sell they soul for a placement
Probably be stressed 'til you old if you chase it
Nigga go broke, get cuttin' the head off a goat
Like when they think that's gon' save 'em
These weird-ass niggas be touching on kids
The same ones owning these labels
When I had to eat, I never throw on a bill
But I did throw the mask on, baby
They try to steal everything that we work for
Niggas so blind they don't even wanna see it
Most of the nights they hiding inside of a book
Nigga, open your lens and peek it
They tryna turn us against each other
Let's show 'em we all wasn't equal as people
Find where the power at, let go and get it back
Once we go get it back, don't be a sequel
You want some get back? Don't get no get back
Show 'em you better, don't show 'em you eatin'
This nigga bitch-made, I don't really get that
Tony just sit back and look at the evil
Money ain't makin' no impact
Since you don't give back, you probably part of the reason
Twitch on the truth, never did that
Tony'll get ratted 'fore he ever get caught sleazin'
I can't lie, I really started to feel famous
The money gettin' real, and these bitches gettin' fake
I'm striving for greatness
Printed jean shorts on the bitch, I might just skate on a hater
Finally ran up some paper
I'm showin' the bro how to walk in the greatness
And my bitch don't act like my bitch, she cut
Hoe lucky she fucked with the greatest
You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings
She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her
I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters
Shout out to haters, the reason I made it
They like, "Dyl, how you feel like you ain't made it?"
They like, "Dyl, how you feel you don't feel famous?" (That shit gon' be crazy, dame)
They don't know I'm just getting to the paper