Letras
Niggas telling me I'm different
But we bleed the same
Can you hand me an umbrella
I can't stand the rain
Old friends ain't making sense
I guess it's time for change
Now who the fuck throwing shots?
I aint in they range
I'm astronomical
How the fuck you mad
Cause I don't follow you
Let's get to the bag
Cause all that other shit
Is comical
Bitches be getting pregnant
By niggas who never wanted them
Niggas acting like bitches
And talking bout we fumbled em
I'm off grid
Linked with my producer
Just to talk shit
Made a couple hits
And then we all slid
Y'all said
I had to lock in wit my city
Just to blow up
First come first served
And other niggas didn't show up
But I'm here bitch
It ain't come from me
Then you ain't hear shit
If it ain't my God
Then I don't fear shit
Real quick
Back to the basics
These niggas be steady hating
Cause when you ain't getting money
Niggas got a lot to say
Okay