Yeah If everybody demons, I'ma call this Hell How I get rich off of a skill that I taught myself? I remember when I couldn't even afford this belt I ain't had the best drip, but I wore it well Yeah, I brought that pain with me I'd rather sleep alone than have the wrong bitch layin' with me Different walks of life, but niggas is from the same city I take him out the game for good, that nigga keep on playin' with me I been through all type of shit Fake friends, new opps, the wrong type of bitch Goin' live, ShadeRoom, I lost likes and shit I got famous, friends died, I lost life to this And everybody actin' funny Always get mad when I tell 'em that they actin' funny And they gon' hate me with their soul, but they gon' ask for money And when I tell 'em niggas no, they say I'm actin' funny Like I don't know the real truth Like I don't know the shit that I survived would've killed you I got rich, but when I was broke, I was on them pills too To walk a mile in my feet, you had to steal shoes We got the same twenty-four hours, nigga Why what's mine gotta be ours, nigga? Talkin' 'bout niggas need help, nigga, I was niggas But I rose out of the dirt, give me my flowers, nigga I see you hatin', nigga, just admit it How you playin' victim to a crime that you committed? How you mad about a life that you ain't livin'? And how you tell me how to spend a bag that you ain't gettin'? Even my family couldn't stand me I feel like only Instagram understand me They kill me in they raps, but I don't believe the cap 'Cause every time I'm out, I'm never hidin' where I'm at And they be talkin' crazy every day behind my back But every time I see 'em, niggas always give me dap Can I live? All that stupid shit I did I iced out the gang before I iced out my kids I packed out a show before I packed out my fridge And they sayin' they need more, that's some disrespectful shit Like, bitch, I pay the rent, how you put my bags out and shit? I brought you back in my life, how you want me back out the crib? I'm tryna be a good nigga, why you wanna spazz out and glitch? Actin' like it's nothin', I don't just pass out this gift Damn, this what I waited for? Uh To get money and get hated more? Everybody I thought loved me, is wagin' war If I knew this what it was, I'da been stayin' poor If I knew this what it was, I'da been stayin' poorIf I knew this what it was, I'da been sayin' more If I thought it was a game, I would've been playin' more I'm really hot 'cause I grew up without the fan on I'm really 'bout to pull my Glock out on the landlord I'm really like that, tell my momma we ain't stayin' poor I feel like the G.O.A.T. every single time I cut that Lamb' on Hermès on my dresser, she was present on my standoff My granny house in [?] and love to wrap my ass up You shittin' me? I was too broke, I took that cash off Started sellin' work, you hit this shit, you probably blast off Auntie, she got seven homies, three, and I still passed off Knowin' she won't pay me, but I'm knowin' I'm a rap star Switchin' on the block, got niggas runnin' like they track stars You spin too many times, we drip your whip up like it's Nascar Ff-ff-ff, shoot your shit up on the dashboard My youngin' tryna crash it, he can't wait to go on this crash course Ff-ff-ff, shoot your shit up on the dashboard My youngin' tryna crash it, he can't wait to go on this crash courseHuh, Fivio Foreign, Meek Mills, nigga Viral Moral of the story though I got no sympathy for you bitch-ass niggas Yeah Oh, yeah, when you, you niggas pick a side too Hah You bitch-ass niggas And when you pick a side, stay there, nigga You know what time I'm on, you know my side, nigga
