[Prod. Rico Tracks]
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I paid my dues
n***a dont play, you'll lose
You probably couldn't walk a mile in em'
n***a do you know how much I paid for these shoes
I was raised in the zoo where n***as never played by the rules
Some n***a tried to play me back in high school
I f**ed around and made the news
I never been a s**a
She s** me so good that I think I love ha
These n***as injured, they gon' need to recover
You can come over but you can not sleep over
Please bring a friend I do not eat leftovers
We got dat clean and she stepped over
f** your opinion, I knew I would get it
I promise that hip hop is not over
See I do not live in no mansion
But I'm bout my green like im stanley
See I am so up, Imma need a xanny
You gotta be hood just to understand me
My trunk in da hood if you understand me
These n***as ain't good if you understand me
I came from the bottom, I could've got shot up, I still can't believe that I'm still standing
Yeah, I got on Cuban links
This a Volare and that's a mink
Look like a polar bear hugging me
Girl get on top and make love to me
Love me forever, dont ever get tired of me
Why the f** would you lie to me?
If I told you I got you, I got you believe me don't let your faith die on me girl
[Hook: Lucci]
I wonder why the sun dont shine everyday yeah
I wonder why
I wonder why some of these n***as be fake
All you gotta do is have faith
Glad my n***as ain't never lost faith
[Verse 2: Skooly]
None of my n***as ain't never lost faith
I wonder why
Another n***a b**h on the drink
Diamonds drippin off me like a sink
f** what another n***a think!
I'm bout to take em to skool
Teach em to break all the rules
I'm tired of these p**y lil fools
Them n***as ain't cool, them n***as is fu, they fu
I do not mean to be rude, f** with me Lucci
See a f** n***a shoot a f** n***a, tell me who shootin
Come from a side of the hood where the gangstas and k**as be coolin
I'm with YFN and all of them n***as be shooting, don't get yo sh** ruined
Might take a trip to the ruins, my b**h is bad and you knew it
My car is sad and its blue and look what the money done blew in
n***as that thinking they foolin' us, there will be funerals for all that snitchin' lil homie
I really be dealing with bangas the nellas the 60s the pirus and crips lil homie
How could you trip lil homie
I am the sh** lil homie,, Amen
Me and Lucci might get you wacked for a job
Welcome to the mob
[Hook]