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(Ayy, yo, Trinz)
Believe half of what you see and really none of what you hear
Thirty piece on my lap, armed jakes in the rear
One pattern for the mashes, different pattern for veneers
Two patterns for the crashouts, and they'll crash out anywhere
If it was really war, you wouldn't put no peace on it
Saw the olders with some cake and I wanted a piece of it
Told me 'bout a murder and won't ever speak on it
I lost members in the field but I can't ever weep on it
I've still got love for all the guys that done me wrong
Don't wanna hurt her, still a fuckboy when I'm slidin' past her thong
Can't tell her group chat I'm a dog, she knew what timin' I was on
I've never had no Twitter fingers, I ain't slidin' with my thumbs
Prolly somewhere thinkin' 'bout all the things we coulda been (things we coulda been)
She ain't ever had sex in the back of a Cullinan (back of a Cullinan)
I'm just tryna stay rappin', if it's that, I'm fully on
Cah black lives don't matter when I slap my hoodie on
You ain't gun down a soul, got any flesh on your cutter
Still buy sticks, I guess I'm just protectin' my bruddas
And my lil nigga can't fly
If he could, he'd said he'd fly Dubai
And go pressure all the scammers for their Pateks and their bubbers
Free A, he just patterned and tried
Tryna do him like Bobby, put his hat in the sky
When you see me with Skeng, just know that's family ties
Fucked her and the sister's next, I'm a family guy
You won't see me turning up if my money's on minus
I've robbed niggas bareface, couldn't find my shiesty
I've cheffed niggas up bait, don't waste your time and fight me
I've left blue ticks on read cah they were not my type (not my type)
She's just a fling, not my wife
Audemars on my left wrist, P Phillippe on my right
Three for twenty was the only deal I knew before I signed
Before my deal, I sold crack and caught paigons offside
You can ask them if I'm lyin'
In this Bentley truck, I wish all my teachers could see me
Put my Cartier frames on and then I scream
Free Geek (grrt)
Bro lost three of the hammers in three weeks
So forgive me if I'm a bit angry when we speak cah (I mean)
When I came outta jail, they said they gotta keep these guns around me
Girls still love me, I'm a thug, but they have fun around me
Don't tell me 'bout your business plans, I beg you just 'low me
I was in jail for years, you're still broke, beg you don't come 'round me
Sent my lil' hitters to your crib, that one I done proudly
Jumped out, got him in his face, that one I done proudly
You ain't gotta lie, my brudda, you don't give a fuck 'bout me
And I don't give a fuck about you too
You see the oil I get from boilin' these keys?
And the oil I need to oil the machine
I should prolly rock with the guys that run South-
Me, I've done hood phones and count' phones, who the fuck's countin'? (Heh)
Man, I've done mad years, I'm back here, who the fuck doubts me? (Back here)
All I need is one phone, one car, two kilograms
I don't waste time in no pussy like a two-minute man
Wait, you really sat me down to tell me 'bout your new business plan? (Huh?)
Bro, I beg you 'low me, I ain't fuckin' with your two-figure plan
I ain't got these boots on my feet, I got these boots in my hand
Ty smokes too much weed, I put the yute on a ban
I didn't lose no sleep when I stabbed my old friend
So I beg somebody tell me, what chance do these new niggas stand? (Heh)
If I weren't a rapper, then I'd prolly wouldn't use Instagram
If I weren't a trapper, then I'd prolly rob yutes with the gang
I'm tryna lock this scale off, I don't get it, what don't you understand?
I know I said I loved you, I didn't mean it, it's what you do in the can (you do)
Causin' mayhem
You love these girls? I just fornicate them
These hoes turn to Christ, I don't know what to say then
Fuck, hopefully the Lord can save them
I kicked this girl to the curb, I told her, "'Course we'll stay friends"
Shaved my boy's big cuz, it was an awkward AM
Hate me for doin' well, I'll give you more to hate, then
Hopefully all of my success will motivate them
You know?