[Verse 1: Pryde]
Yeah
Yeah
They try to stop me, they gon' catch a body
They playing sloppy, you know that they're not me
My aura is godly
They wanna copy
They wanna bump me, oh, what am I to do?
Dudes wanna rob me, the street life is not me
Ten deep in a lobby, I can't let 'em drop me
I been with the posse
Ain't pushing no Mas'i
These haters like Nazis, now where do I go?
[Pre-hook: Pryde]
I lost money, then gained money, then made it all back
I dated b**hes, they ruined me, but I got on the right track
f**ed up a reel, broke photo week, but this week I count stacks
My family cried, like way too much, I had to tell 'em, "That's that"
Ohhhh
[Refrain: Pryde]
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
[Verse 2: Pryde]
They try to k** me, but these haters k**ed me
I'm laughing, it's silly
I'm close to a milli
b**hes, they tempt me
My tank ain't on empty
And if you ain't with me, then you with you own
In the city, motherf**ers want my head
Back the f** up off me, get you some money instead
Tried to tell you all this sh**, like you'll get it again
We ain't f**ing friends, we ain't mother f**ing friends
[Pre-hook: Pryde]
I lost money, then gained money, then made it all back
My old crew, they ruined me, but I got on the right track
f**ed up a reel, broke photo week, but this week I count stacks
Slept on the couch, but got too stressed out, had to tell them, "That's that"
Ohhhh
[Refrain: Pryde]
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no
[Outro: Pryde]
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Written on the walls, they want me dead
I ain't gotta talk to you no more
I just know you're aiming at my head
b**hes, hoes, and dudes that act like pussies
Always wanna come and try to push me
Always wanna come and try to end me
Always wanna come and try to tempt me
I ain't on the wave or tryna fight
Leave my house like I might die tonight
Rolled a paper, make me fly to heights
Will I be rich at 25? I might
You ain't gotta try to come convince me
I know all you motherf**ers iffy
Slept on floors and couches, all for this dream
And I don't see a chance of me not winning, b**h
f** you
I ain't gonna let you win over me, no