(Kaliq got that heat)
They said I wouldn't make it, had to grind out the gutter
She put that pussy on the gang, so I'm like, why do we love her?
They paid for what they did, but that shit still ain't enough
Don't want nobody around me, that shit fucked up my trust
Seven hundred grand and that's just one fuckin' Cuban
Up this pistol on you, don't make no sudden movement
Niggas fake and phony, watch 'em change by the day
It ain't shit to suit up, be on your block with a K
They ain't think I'd bounce back, it was all bad, they forgot about me
Then I popped back out with them bands, they wanna holler at me
Gen5 bulgin' out my pants, don't approach me, man
I be sittin' courtside with my bitch, you in the nosebleed stands
It's hard to believe the nigga really ballin', he don't got no ice
Bullets hit the nigga below the waist, you don't get no stripes
If you ain't pop a nigga up for Threezy, you is not my homie
I'd rather hold my nuts then shake his hand, act like I don't know him
You ain't send a blitz, when shit got real, you ain't war ready
Bitch, I'm poppin' pills and sippin' drank, I got a Wock' belly
I can hit the trap, tote straps and go kill niggas
Or get rich off rap, kick up my feet and count mills, nigga
They said I wouldn't make it, had to grind out the gutter
She put that pussy on the gang, so I'm like, why do we love her?
They paid for what they did, but that shit still ain't enough
Don't want nobody around me, that shit fucked up my trust
Seven hundred grand and that's just one fuckin' Cuban
Up this pistol on you, don't make no sudden movement
Niggas fake and phony, watch 'em change by the day
It ain't shit to suit up, be on your block with a K
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