Backstreets

Yeah, I talk 'bout niggas, my Balenciagas

In this Prada and Gucci and everything that I go really dada

Ain't no runnin' out of money, pockets bustin' like a piñata

Bullets takin' back to Indiana and I

Take your bad bitch to the Benihanas

Droppin' the top in a black Mulsanne

Cold-hearted, so I'm bustin' out the chain

Same nigga even after all the fame

I remember havin' nothin' to my name

Now, I'm the hottest and the youngest in the game

Now, I can see through all the hate and

All the fake smiles (These fake smiles)

Damn, look at how all this shit played out

I know everything ain't what it seems, I

I know better than trustin' in these guys

I know everything that you would need, why?

Why go with him if you could be with me? Why?

I be rollin' out the backstreet

Pull out the coupe like oh

Pull up and shoot like po

I be rollin' out the backstreet

Pull out the coupe like oh

Oh, oh, oh my (Yeah)

All my niggas beat the case

We ain't never showin' face

'Member runnin' from the jakes

I fuck with my niggas way, way back when before all the fame

I got some niggas that ain't came back since and some in the grave

Droppin' the top in a black Mulsanne

Cold-hearted, so I'm bustin' out the chain

Same nigga even after all the fame

I remember havin' nothin' to my name

Now, I'm the hottest and the youngest in the game

Now, I can see through all the hate and

All the fake smiles (These fake smiles)

Damn, look at how all this shit played out

I know everything ain't what it seems, I

I know better than trustin' in these guys

I know everything that you would need, why?

Why go with him if you could be with me? Why?

I be rollin' out the backstreet

Pull out the coupe like oh

Pull up and shoot like po

I be rollin' out the backstreet

Pull out the coupe like oh