[Intro]
Aye TM
[Verse]
All them dawgs that watch yo’ moves you gotta play ’em close
All them drugs stacked in one crib, that’s what get raided most
I know one ni**a who love to kill but he get faded first
You say Nuski name in vain, that’s who gon’ get it worst
Chasing who? Not chasing hoes, we chase the millions first
I had them hoes in my DM when I had a Nicki verse
I’ll cash you out for a whole thirty, you gotta get ’em first
You mix the ecstasy and Percocets, you itch the worst
Some of my homies played back then, they know they still bogus
Quiet as kept, that door still opеn
And my ni**as on what I’m on and I don’t feel bogus
My mind eighty percent in thе streets and I’m still focused
Who gave me hope when I need it?
‘Nine and .22, gave the streets what they want, got ’em thinking that they beefing
Know what oppositions say, he quick, they think he Jesus
Told him he the only one get a pass, that ni**a believed us
How you think you still real? You tricked up on your guys and sh*t
How you think you still 300? You switched up on your guys and sh*t
Letter to the opps, y’all ni**as tricking on y’all lives and sh*t
Big teeth and end up in the casket, make ’em slide again
Went in for another bond but he got denied again
Cory Brooks told me slow down, but it’s my pride again
Every time a ni**a died, they’ll blame my side again
And every b*tch I fu*k, I tell her bring her side of friends
Love me or hate me, b*tches say I’m crazy, they don’t wanna date me, oh
Love me or hate me, I ain’t grow up rich, so the trenches, they made me, oh
I was finger fu*king pistols ‘fore I ever got a chance to go and finger fu*k these b*tches, oh
I’m regretting how I was raised, all my ni**as went to jail, I had to fu*k with different ni**as, woah
fu*king fancy b*tches, got her dancing with the stars, got it feeling like a groupie ho
When I pull up in the trenches, they surround me by some killers, but I know that’s how they do me now
[Outro]
When I be saying I’m the voice, I don’t be tryna like
Tryna run ni**as or tell ’em what to do or nothing like that
I just feel that the streets’ll listen to me
And I’m saying that sh*t different, you know