(Cause tables turned & now I got it im making em sick
Them bitches played me but it made me I call it a trick
These niggas watch my every move like they watching a flick
I scratch my palm that money comin I'm getting a itch)
They told me I could have the world I never wanted it
I told em i just want them bands & not no counterfeit
This world it's fake the people fake & they all counterfeit
Just stuff my bands up in my pants I never counted it,
They try to speak about my life but they ain't living it
Just had a talk with my old lady tell the realist shit
I work my way up out the struggle now I'm winning it
I might just go up on a rampage cause I'm killing shit
I dream this shit since I was young I ain't gone never quit
I get that money with my niggas you knowe gon split
Yeah back then we was sharing clothes you know that I admit
But now we getting all these bands that our pockets can't fit
Now all these bitches want me don't even talk to a bitch
Got all these digits in my bank now I'm spending the shit
I got 10 bands just in all hunnits got blue on the strips
Lulu that's my babygirl I don't call her a bitch
Cause she was down & Now she driving no top on the whip
And I still eat like in the struggle I'm used to the shit
And if you wasn't round before then don't ask me for shit
Cause tables turned & now I got it im making em sick
Them bitches played me but it made me I call it a trick
These niggas watch my every move like they watching a flick
I scratch my palm that money comin I'm getting a itch
My drip go way down to the ground where I'm walking don't slip
I catch a opp & then I'm Shooting his tooth through his lip
You set a play I make a way to kill you & ya bitch
Said he a hunnit the whole time I knew he was a snitch
You Run up on me know I got monkey nuts on the clips
You runaway I shoot the car up the whip doing flips
They talk about me I don't care I'm just giving em tips
I pour my heart out on this mic & im making them hits
These bitches f*cking Any nigga with money it's sick
I rock designer now I got couple thousand a fit
Now Ima pullup riding Foreign i gotta spaceship
I had stop rapping for a year now I'm getting a grip
They Sleeping on me acting phony but i ain't gon trip
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(Cause tables turned & now I got it im making em sick
Them bitches played me but it made me I call it a trick
These niggas watch my every move like they watching a flick
I scratch my palm that money comin I'm getting a itch)
They told me I could have the world I never wanted it
I told em i just want them bands & not no counterfeit
This world it's fake the people fake & they all counterfeit
Just stuff my bands up in my pants I never counted it,
They try to speak about my life but they ain't living it
Just had a talk with my old lady tell the realist shit
I work my way up out the struggle now I'm winning it
I might just go up on a rampage cause I'm killing shit
I dream this shit since I was young I ain't gone never quit
I get that money with my niggas you knowe gon split
Yeah back then we was sharing clothes you know that I admit
But now we getting all these bands that our pockets can't fit
Now all these bitches want me don't even talk to a bitch
Got all these digits in my bank now I'm spending the shit
I got 10 bands just in all hunnits got blue on the strips
Lulu that's my babygirl I don't call her a bitch
Cause she was down & Now she driving no top on the whip
And I still eat like in the struggle I'm used to the shit
And if you wasn't round before then don't ask me for shit
Cause tables turned & now I got it im making em sick
Them bitches played me but it made me I call it a trick
These niggas watch my every move like they watching a flick
I scratch my palm that money comin I'm getting a itch
My drip go way down to the ground where I'm walking don't slip
I catch a opp & then I'm Shooting his tooth through his lip
You set a play I make a way to kill you & ya bitch
Said he a hunnit the whole time I knew he was a snitch
You Run up on me know I got monkey nuts on the clips
You runaway I shoot the car up the whip doing flips
They talk about me I don't care I'm just giving em tips
I pour my heart out on this mic & im making them hits
These bitches f*cking Any nigga with money it's sick
I rock designer now I got couple thousand a fit
Now Ima pullup riding Foreign i gotta spaceship
I had stop rapping for a year now I'm getting a grip
They Sleeping on me acting phony but i ain't gon trip
Them bitches played me but it made me I call it a trick
These niggas watch my every move like they watching a flick
I scratch my palm that money comin I'm getting a itch)
They told me I could have the world I never wanted it
I told em i just want them bands & not no counterfeit
This world it's fake the people fake & they all counterfeit
Just stuff my bands up in my pants I never counted it,
They try to speak about my life but they ain't living it
Just had a talk with my old lady tell the realist shit
I work my way up out the struggle now I'm winning it
I might just go up on a rampage cause I'm killing shit
I dream this shit since I was young I ain't gone never quit
I get that money with my niggas you knowe gon split
Yeah back then we was sharing clothes you know that I admit
But now we getting all these bands that our pockets can't fit
Now all these bitches want me don't even talk to a bitch
Got all these digits in my bank now I'm spending the shit
I got 10 bands just in all hunnits got blue on the strips
Lulu that's my babygirl I don't call her a bitch
Cause she was down & Now she driving no top on the whip
And I still eat like in the struggle I'm used to the shit
And if you wasn't round before then don't ask me for shit
Cause tables turned & now I got it im making em sick
Them bitches played me but it made me I call it a trick
These niggas watch my every move like they watching a flick
I scratch my palm that money comin I'm getting a itch
My drip go way down to the ground where I'm walking don't slip
I catch a opp & then I'm Shooting his tooth through his lip
You set a play I make a way to kill you & ya bitch
Said he a hunnit the whole time I knew he was a snitch
You Run up on me know I got monkey nuts on the clips
You runaway I shoot the car up the whip doing flips
They talk about me I don't care I'm just giving em tips
I pour my heart out on this mic & im making them hits
These bitches f*cking Any nigga with money it's sick
I rock designer now I got couple thousand a fit
Now Ima pullup riding Foreign i gotta spaceship
I had stop rapping for a year now I'm getting a grip
They Sleeping on me acting phony but i ain't gon trip
Writer: Devin Snipes
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