ERA (Eugene Roosevelt Apo) - Self Destruction lyrics

[Intro] Yeah f** em' f**ing b**h f** u think I am? [Verse 1 - ERA] Okay, Im low key n***as stepping to me Talking to me like they know me Excuse me ma' But I just can't be bothered so I won't be f**s with me wrong my n***as do you up like Tony Real talk, b**hes phony That sh** they do below me Yeah Im steady mobbin, get that cheese and macaroni And that money got me going My minds got one of its own and That b**h you cannot get I push a bu*ton and she's open - damn And that purp strong and Im faded My hair long and its braided Im with RAE, Papa, and Brainy We yell f** yall if you hate it I know for a fact I'mma get mine I like red velvet and red wine I dont see yall but I see fine And my gas is all that mean something I want a penthouse suite room with a view A black V8 with room for two Real lil' rocks color ocean blue And a real bad chick with a friend or two I keep role models like Jesse James, AlCapone, Plato n***a you ain't sh**, because I say so And tell them n***as kiss my A-hole (uh) [Hook ERA&RAE] [ERA] Im on the road to self destruction (uh) Yall can't tell me nothing though Im on the road to self destruction I know Yeah I'mma do the f** I want [RAE] If you ain't got no money You ain't got no cash You ain't no real player And you dont get no a** You ain't got no car And you ain't got no job To all my po' pimpin' n***as this right here for yall [Verse 2 RAE] I wanna see you bounce biggity-bounce b**h To the beat Been through with church but damn sure ain't no heathen Please believe in The word of rae Proceed to pray And players gon' proceed to play And haters piss and rain on my parade up on its brightest day But my gold chain blingin' My diamond ring blingin' The diamonds in my diamond ring singin "boy she cold, she cold, she really get wit it,she cold" Do not pretend that this is info you have never been told (what) Crazy called and she is saying rae is f**ing loco To you im rapping fast but in my mind this sh** is slow-mo I say real n***a tell me how you figure about the clique Tell me how you feelin' bout them other n***as tryna cuff your chick up Dick in her bu*t and she ride it like she bumpin in the bucket of a pick-up Say what say what, say what say what How my sh** bump? From the back to the front And I still ain't done Ask me to bring it, well that sh**s been brung Yeah, I ain't got sh** else to say, so I'mma call it a day RAE [Hook ERA&RAE] [ERA] Im on the road to self destruction (uh) Yall can't tell me nothing though Im on the road to self destruction I know Yeah I'mma do the f** I want [RAE] If you ain't got no money You ain't got no cash You ain't no real player And you dont get no a** You ain't got no car And you ain't got no job To all my po' pimpin' n***as this right here for yall [Verse 3 RAE|ERA] Ayo, Im sitting tight in my whip tight And my smoke strong like a campfire And that ba**line, my eight-O's And my head swole like quagmire Got money to the ceiling n***as catching feelings Man its Rae and I we k** it And its still f** your opinions Got gas in my swisha, gas in my tank Talk that sh** and still my breath dont stank Im highest rank, im from the frank And truth be told your girl is skank Levitate, Levitate Got no wings still I levitate Man I swear ya fake,and I celebrate Cause Im more stars than stars can rate [Hook ERA&RAE] [ERA] Im on the road to self destruction (uh) Yall can't tell me nothing though Im on the road to self destruction I know Yeah I'mma do the f** I want [RAE] If you ain't got no money You ain't got no cash You ain't no real player And you dont get no a** You ain't got no car And you ain't got no job To all my po' pimpin' n***as this right here for yall