Текст песни
Smoking sour diesel til I'm ghost face
Why the realest niggas get the most hate?
Rollie gone match the bottle when I toast Ace
If shorty asking about me it's a closed case
Batman coupe but I can't save her I don't have a cape
Don't compare me with niggas who in a rat race
And don't compare me with niggas still in the same place
Made it here off my hard work and God's grace
Why when I ask the budget? niggas go missing
Next single they on record, straight dissing
I might post it on my page help bring you some listens
I made it here off hard work I ain't do no bitching
Can't even lie shit I'm really what the game been missing
I mix that Down South with that Midwest pimping
I can bag the same bitch without tricking
These old niggas on the clock they time ticking
Much love to the OGs who embrace the youth
The ones who ain't done shit in the way that's the truth
Biggest fans turn to haters I got proof
It's been hard for niggas since I been out the loop
I'm really living how you niggas wish
When you living everyday that make these haters pissed
Grilled cheese with the tomato bisque
This what it sound like when you bet on you and you take them risk
Smoking sour diesel til I'm ghost face
Why the realest niggas get the most hate?
Rollie gone match the bottle when I toast Ace
If shorty asking about me it's a closed case
Batman coupe but I can't save her I don't have a cape
Don't compare me with niggas who in a rat race
And don't compare me with niggas still in the same place
Made it here off my hard work and God's grace
I don't care if niggas don't respect it, they just gotta accept it
even bad bitches get rejected
Sipping Prosecco watching Spence fight off of Reddit
If he talking cash shit make a nigga bet it
The loudest in the room always be the brokest
Watch out for the niggas who stand the closest
They couldn't even break me when I was at my lowest
Got a bitch in Alaska told me I'm the coldest
Game on freon, dressed in black leather like I'm Giveon
mix tapes like Derrick Rose at Simeon
Arm out the window wrist glowing at the red light
My psychic told me "fuck 'em all" she was dead right
How niggas tried to crucify my name I shoulda been snapped
But I couldn't let these sucker niggas knock me off track
Left Dallas for a few months, still ain't came back
Now everything you see a nigga got, I had to earn that
Smoking sour diesel til I'm ghost face
Why the realest niggas get the most hate?
Rollie gone match the bottle when I toast Ace
If shorty asking about me it's a closed case
Batman coupe but I can't save her I don't have a cape
Don't compare me with niggas who in a rat race
And don't compare me with niggas still in the same place
Made it here off my hard work and God's grace