My Image Video (MV)

Turn it up, uh
I just prayed (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
Keep prayin', keep prayin'
I got a little bit more (uh)
It's either way, by the way
I'm trippin', sometimes I leave the house without my pistol, know I'm slippin'
I'm prayed up, but that what make me different
Nigga make me mad, I pay a visit
I'm too rich to slide, so I'ma pay that ticket (and you better come on home for me, now)
Uh, you too young to die, lil' nigga, you better listen
Don't think about that money, when you catchin' plays, you better grip it
Ain't have no money growin' up, so I be tippin'
Even if it get hard, nigga, I go hard, start to finish

Rule number one, don't disrespect my pimpin'
The same niggas I help bossed up they life, tryna salt my image
The same bitches I went and pay they rent, sayin' I ain't spendin'
The feds made my knees broke when they took my Freebandz pendant
They took my Bubba pendant, they took my brother's spinach
The same week, I was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin'
The same week them niggas tried, my youngin' was out here spinnin'
You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, I'm trendin'

The crackers steady hatin' like, sayin' my car's super tinted
I'm super turnt, I paid two-hundred yards for a tennis
That's 20K, you stupid ass lil' young niggas, y'all be trippin'
Shit, I post a picture on IG with that shit on to f*ck they bitches (frrt, frrt)
Don't even slide through here, you ain't got no switches (ah)
Don't even slide through here, he ain't got no Benjis
I'll wipe a nigga nose, get out my business
My tape drop, them niggas ain't post my shit, that's why I'm friendless
Don't ask me 'bout no niggas you don't see me with, that ain't my business
Niggas envy a young nigga, before the rap, I was out here gettin' it
How you flop on yo' lil' nigga? He ain't even expose your feelings
But it's cool, still get fifty a show, this shit up to the ceilin'
I mean, it's bool, come through in a coupe, pull up wit' yo' boo
Grip a tool, I see niggas be watchin', no, I ain't no fool
Pocket ratchet, this ain't no rap, this off of trappin', fool
Pull out them blues, bitch, ain't Ice Spice, but, I get up in that mood

Rule number one, don't disrespect my pimpin'
The same niggas I help bossed up they life, tryna salt my image
The same bitches I went and pay they rent, sayin' I ain't spendin'
The feds made my knees broke when they took my Freebandz pendant
They took my Bubba pendant, they took my brother's spinach
The same week, I was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin'
The same week them niggas tried, my youngin' was out here spinnin'
You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, I'm trendin'

I watch when niggas try do U-turns
Niggas watch you grind it up, but still mad 'bout what you earn
We'll scratch a nigga out like a bitch went and got a new perm
Years ago, I said I wan' double back, lil' bitch, I'm too firm
It ain't no U-turn
It ain't no doublin' back, run up seven Ms
I'm tryna double that, bitch done f*cked over ten niggas
It ain't no lovin' that, once the niggas take the shit to IG, it ain't no comin' back
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)

I stay true to myself
I stay true to my bitch
I stay true to my clique, I stay true to this shit
Hoes wouldn't f*ck me if I ain't have no bag, I'm through with that bitch
Say she'll love me if I ain't have no bag, I see through the bitch
Shit, I'm through with that ho
I'ma lootin' the folks
Got them Bubbas for eleven, got the trap in a choke
Ugly bitch think she finessin', she be flexin' the poor
Real mean with the wrist, I can whip up some coke
Splash that bitch with some water, turn that shit to some dough
Niggas be out here hatin' and shit, so that pistol I tote
So that pistol I tote (ooh-ah-ah-ah)
Held high