Letras
Hit the zaza look up see the stars in the Mercedes
I came from the bottom bitch I'm scarred no you can't blame me
She like"Why you got that gun with you?
Shit get dangerous
She like"Boy I want to have a son with you" You getting famous
He was chasing clout then he got killed now that boy nameless
They tell me I'm finna blow Ian got no patience
Hear the pain all in my tone nigga I been raging
Labels been calling my phone feel like I done made it
Told him"No" Got off the phone with him now he hating
How the fuck my"Dog" turn to a"Rat" he a agent
I been fighting off the devil I can't let him in
I'm on the road trying to get paper I can't settle in
I got dead presidents, Way better friends
I been trying to get out the trap & turn into a better man
By myself I don't need no drum I'm trying to make a band
By myself I'm going up cause these niggas was playing
Off the loud I'm high as fuck I can't hear what you saying
Told these niggas"It wasn't Luck" it was part of the plan
I'm on the go I told valet"bring the car in advance"
I can put my life in lil bro hands cause he protect the brand
I can't speak on how I feel cause they don't understand
I thought you would keep it real but you had other plans
I thought you would keep it real but you had other plans
I thought you would keep it real but you had other plans
Hit the zaza look up see the stars in the Mercedes
I came from the bottom bitch I'm scarred no you can't blame me
She like"Why you got that gun with you?
Shit get dangerous
She like"Boy I want to have a son with you" You getting famous
He was chasing clout then he got killed now that boy nameless
They tell me I'm finna blow Ian got no patience
Hear the pain all in my tone nigga I been raging
Labels been calling my phone feel like I done made it
Told him"No" Got off the phone with him now he hating
How the fuck my"Dog" turn to a"Rat" he a agent
I got niggas signed for M's
Some died in the field