Uh look
Born broke but ima die rich
I'm bossmade i wont ever switch
And i aint got time for the petty shit
I'll rather be on that fetti shit
That new foreign and designer fit
Bitches on me but they giving spits
Counting days till my brand lit
Or like one track is a grand hit
Cause time ticking it might be ya last
So you hating on me, go and chase a bag
Gott shooters wit me playing laser tag
Then they'll wrap you up in a body bag
Remember days smoking on zig zags
Just on the block wit like 2 cash
Had to move the rock like steve nash
Just stack bread, had a mean stash
Everyday i be on a mission
Bitches love me cause i gotta ambition
Young nigga and i had a vision
Talk my life and the people listen
Everyday just chasin chicken
New year it dont make difference
Same booth and im still in it
They callin truce but i aint widdit
You know Aint no time for that fake shit
We moving on to better things
We working
Niggas really turned they back on me
Like dyck bitch keep that strap on me
Ion give a f*ck bout who after me
Cause on the late night know you rather me
Cause this rap shit really matters to me
Im tryna make it out so it has to be
Im havings nightmares niggas clapping me
She having thoughts bout trapping me
I got close friends that hate me
I been lied to so it changed me
If you want verse you gotta pay me
Don't call me ant, no that aint me
Cause I been thru shit aint the same me
Niggas switched sides and they blame me
Swear this street shit aint what it be
So it's EBK man i gotta be
Never had a whip so i gotta a key
Never had a bitch so i gotta a skeez
Bouta call the plug i need another pee
And my snapback say DON-C
I turned my nike into givenchy
Now all these bitches just on me
I remember it was just me
I'm the Dioscuri, can you trust me?
Tony Pain - Unlike Youu Lyrics
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Uh look
Born broke but ima die rich
I'm bossmade i wont ever switch
And i aint got time for the petty shit
I'll rather be on that fetti shit
That new foreign and designer fit
Bitches on me but they giving spits
Counting days till my brand lit
Or like one track is a grand hit
Cause time ticking it might be ya last
So you hating on me, go and chase a bag
Gott shooters wit me playing laser tag
Then they'll wrap you up in a body bag
Remember days smoking on zig zags
Just on the block wit like 2 cash
Had to move the rock like steve nash
Just stack bread, had a mean stash
Everyday i be on a mission
Bitches love me cause i gotta ambition
Young nigga and i had a vision
Talk my life and the people listen
Everyday just chasin chicken
New year it dont make difference
Same booth and im still in it
They callin truce but i aint widdit
You know Aint no time for that fake shit
We moving on to better things
We working
Niggas really turned they back on me
Like dyck bitch keep that strap on me
Ion give a f*ck bout who after me
Cause on the late night know you rather me
Cause this rap shit really matters to me
Im tryna make it out so it has to be
Im havings nightmares niggas clapping me
She having thoughts bout trapping me
I got close friends that hate me
I been lied to so it changed me
If you want verse you gotta pay me
Don't call me ant, no that aint me
Cause I been thru shit aint the same me
Niggas switched sides and they blame me
Swear this street shit aint what it be
So it's EBK man i gotta be
Never had a whip so i gotta a key
Never had a bitch so i gotta a skeez
Bouta call the plug i need another pee
And my snapback say DON-C
I turned my nike into givenchy
Now all these bitches just on me
I remember it was just me
I'm the Dioscuri, can you trust me?
Born broke but ima die rich
I'm bossmade i wont ever switch
And i aint got time for the petty shit
I'll rather be on that fetti shit
That new foreign and designer fit
Bitches on me but they giving spits
Counting days till my brand lit
Or like one track is a grand hit
Cause time ticking it might be ya last
So you hating on me, go and chase a bag
Gott shooters wit me playing laser tag
Then they'll wrap you up in a body bag
Remember days smoking on zig zags
Just on the block wit like 2 cash
Had to move the rock like steve nash
Just stack bread, had a mean stash
Everyday i be on a mission
Bitches love me cause i gotta ambition
Young nigga and i had a vision
Talk my life and the people listen
Everyday just chasin chicken
New year it dont make difference
Same booth and im still in it
They callin truce but i aint widdit
You know Aint no time for that fake shit
We moving on to better things
We working
Niggas really turned they back on me
Like dyck bitch keep that strap on me
Ion give a f*ck bout who after me
Cause on the late night know you rather me
Cause this rap shit really matters to me
Im tryna make it out so it has to be
Im havings nightmares niggas clapping me
She having thoughts bout trapping me
I got close friends that hate me
I been lied to so it changed me
If you want verse you gotta pay me
Don't call me ant, no that aint me
Cause I been thru shit aint the same me
Niggas switched sides and they blame me
Swear this street shit aint what it be
So it's EBK man i gotta be
Never had a whip so i gotta a key
Never had a bitch so i gotta a skeez
Bouta call the plug i need another pee
And my snapback say DON-C
I turned my nike into givenchy
Now all these bitches just on me
I remember it was just me
I'm the Dioscuri, can you trust me?
Writer: Anthony Ramos
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