These niggas
These niggas
Niggas ain´t good for you
Know that

Imagine I never got a deal
You met me on the block, first thing I said to you, "I got the pills"
Niggas dumb hard in they raps, meet ´em they not as real
I did the Reeboks, had to see how Balenciaga feel
Got my young bitch a flight, we in Vegas watchin´ "A Time To Kill"
Lay up under his car just to let him know that this drama real
Bags comin´ in every way, honestly, I´m just tryna chill
Work like a slave, whips and these chains as I survive the field
I done came a long way from trappin´ graveyard shift
Before I copped the crib, I told momma I´ma pay y´all rent

We was cool broke, I guess we lived and made y´all sick
It´s not a rhyme that I would ever spit gon´ make y´all rich
I never though nothing could happen that would make dogs switch
For steak and lobster, we gotta prosper, we take all risks
Oh, you bought Rollies for your niggas? Don´t make us take y´all wrists
Rapper´s food, I tell my niggas, "Go head, take y´all pick"
Not in the mood, but if it´s women, go head, take y´all pic
Get rich and it´s legal, think ´bout what we can make off hits
Not leavin´ me off Bad and Boujiee, I´m on Takeoff´s shit

Won´t pay no attention, they breath stinkin´, they just talk shit
Even Shooter rappin´ now, we ´bout to get more rich
I miss the flaggin´ with my fashion, now I see more crips
These pull-ups got my back sore, wake up and hit more dips
Ds constantly askin´ questions, but we ain´t saw shit
Caught him uptown, 7th or 8th, 145th
Head on the ground
You dyin´ you move one more inch
The Henny got him, he throwin´ up, he take one more sip
Hit one more lick, they owe us, let´s take one more trip
I be goin´ hard, I need a day to rest

Scooped yo´ bitch up by the bar, we ´bout to make a mess
Foreign car in traffic, you blink, I made a left
I let off all of these ratchets ´til ain´t no haters left
Got so much love for the ghetto, some nights it made me stressed
If school was the streets, these niggas be scared to take a test
Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want the AP next
In the trap, I dealt with straight cash, but now I take a check (count it out)
I be goin´ hard, I need a day to rest (I´m going hard)
Scooped yo´ bitch up by the bar, we ´bout make a mess
Foreign car in traffic, you blink, I made a left

I let off all these ratchets ´til ain´t a haters left
Got too much love for the ghetto, some nights it made me stress
If school was the streets, these niggas be scared to take a test
Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want the AP next
I know it´s killing them to show love, these niggas hate a threat