[Intro - RiFF RAFF]
My main goal is to blow up, and then act like I don't know nobody
[Pre-Chorus - D-Pryde]
Man, I've been on
To have it all under control
Only f** what you've been told
I done did it, let's get on. (You Dumb b**h.)
[Verse 1 - D-Pryde]
All my boys got backup money, we ain't never had backup plans
If they hate the hustle, they got two backhands
And you haters fruity, no Toucan Sam. (You Know b**h)
This clothing money got me going dummy, got a gang of b**hes like Coyote Ugly
Call my phone too much, it's like I owe them money. (You Know b**h)
Dirty Benz my [?], 'bout to blow [?]
We don't get involved with mother f**ers that be hefty, look at me
Swear I came up from a boy to a Man to The Boy, sh**s crazy, I done played a lot of roles
My everyday life be goals, your dream outfit on my everyday clothes
I'm getting bank roles, I'm getting bank roles, and I'm spending bank roles, and that's the sh**
Effort-ly, I do it effortless, still dressing like I've been selling bricks.(You Know b**h)
Asian f**er getting white money, got your main girl wearing tights for me on my text messages
My s** preference is bad b**hes only, bad b**hes only, bad b**hes know me, bad b**hes homies
So I had to make these bad b**hes blow me, I ain't never ever had a bad chick control me, that's a lie, my ex's all crazy
I really know I changed Jean, but I'm sorry man that's how the game made me
It's Plan A homie, I ain't ever made beef, but I've grown up, till we [?]
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[Chorus - D-Pryde]
I'm grown, I'm grown up
The whole squad done grow up, [?] done grown up
And we all done grown up, and I don't give a f** about the other side
Gettin' money then we grown up, yeah they love me because I'm grown up
And we all done grow up, and I don't give a f** about the other side
[Verse 2 - Danny Friendzone]
(Friendzone)
9 to 5 on the side, that's the come up. (That's The Come Up)
You ain't with it, you don't get it? Shut the f** up. (Shut The f** Up)
In my set we grow up by the day. (Day, Day)
Forget the b**hes, let's get paid
I show up, then I show well, but to give you b**hes that low down
I'm on Biggie sh**, that's Houston money
If you don't know, now you know now
I ain't got to lie about a single thing I do
Richvale gang, Dirty B Crew, they call the team waste, tell me what's new? (What's New)
[?] said f** you (f** You)
Middle Finger in the air screaming f** you (f** You)
Matter of fact, I just really had enough [?] (f** You)
If you got a fat a**, I'm gonna cuff you (f** You)
I don't even rhyme, but I'm making an appearance
If she got a man, then you know I'm interfering
White Boy saying to you b**h [?]
Richvale clan, let them haters just hear it
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[Verse 3 - The Flan]
I don't gotta ask what you think about me
That's your opinion, f** your perspective
I just had a couple hit me, that salute the hustle
After claiming they don't respect it (Man, f** you mean?)
Ask around, since a kid a big opportune is [?] my pockets, take a different shape, and that's basically till they not congruent
Now, hold-up (Yea, hold-up)
I ain't ever listen when you b**hes give advice out
The same once you get a power tool [?] lights out
Yea, hit the backspace for the bullsh**, make sure you proof [?] you type out
And they don't give a f** until you [?]
So I said f** it, Imma put myself on, now the lights [?]
Damn, I don't practice I just play from mind
If you waiting on me, you just wasting time, and like a DUI test you need to stay in line, and that's real. (That's Real)
It was yours at first, but then I made it mine
If you want it back I need a date and time
I see them now and I really hate the signs, cause sh** ain't really change but it change a lot. (Well)
If that make sense, It's why I really don't pay attention to your claims a lot yea, unless it make sense
Livin' on the edge, never bother with a plan A
Haters always wonder what the plan say
Can't do the same spot too long, I just peel off dog
I don't sick around like a bandage, straight up. (Yea)
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