410 YD - Listen Closely Lyrics

I don't need no new friends, you don't know me
If you know the old me, give you a trophy
Triple 2 boys going up until the nosebleeds
Moving low key, but my shooters shoot like Kobe
My brothers stepping all around like Ginóbili
Make you stop drop and roll, no poly
Say you got it like that, come and show me
If you don't know what's up with me then listen closely

I'm just another white boy from Annapolis
Grew up fortunate, but that don't mean that I was having shit
Worked for everything I've got, I took a skill and mastered it
Just because you're packing don't mean you've got to be flashing shit
If you've got a dream or something got you passionate
You've got to get up everyday and go get after it
There's a million people you ain't moving faster than
I start imagining, the places I cannot go back again
My brother drop some shit then go back to the trap again
I'm trying to get him in the stu so we can rap again
I come back home and don't know what's happening
Can't do emotions right now, that shit ain't worth battling
But this depression got me hurt
I been stuck in the dirt getting worse
Got to put myself first, know my worth
And that's a blessing and a curse but

I don't need no new friends, you don't know me
If you know the old me, give you a trophy
Triple 2 boys going up until the nosebleeds
Moving low key, but my shooters shoot like Kobe
My brothers stepping all around like Ginóbili
Make you stop drop and roll, no poly
Say you got it like that, come and show me
If you don't know what's up with me then listen closely

Listen closely what I'm saying
I really ride with them steppers and I ain't playing
And they don't play about YD, you touch me and they get spraying
But I don't like them sticks, if I can I'ma use my hands
Uh, I'm just doing what I can
Turn it down if they offer a hundred bands
Still in school, I got student loans that I'm paying
Ain't got time to deal with this pain
When I'm gone I don't want them to forget me
I just want money hefty, count up the fetty
And I'ma run this shit if they let me, they gon' respect me
Don't talk about me acting all petty, you never met me
And that's the point that I've been getting to
I ain't trying to be friends with someone that I never knew
Mind you, if it's love and support then believe it's mutual
They know that I'm grinding, stop acting like this shit's new to you

I don't need no new friends, you don't know me
If you know the old me, give you a trophy
Triple 2 boys going up until the nosebleeds
Moving low key, but my shooters shoot like Kobe
My brothers stepping all around like Ginóbili
Make you stop drop and roll, no poly
Say you got it like that, come and show me
If you don't know what's up with me then listen closely