Hook

Truth be told

Your niggas are only your niggas until they don’t need you

Worlds 'gone cold

I figured it out from the jump that these niggas are see-through

On my own

Imagine a life where nobody believes in the things you do

I said it once and I'll say it again my niggas 'gone make it through

Verse 1

I feel like I’m going crazy

Sending shots with a Tommy no Brady

Promised mama she 'gone whip a Mercedes

‘Coz she deserves all the love that she gave me

I’m just really tryna' run up my bands

They don’t understand

All of thе shit we did

To get to the placе that I am

I feel like the man

And in tryna' make it rich

You can pretend that you like me around me but I know that's not what you think

Go out of your way to smile to my face then you switch up whenever I blink

Forget what you heard 'bout me I know niggas know nothing ‘bout me

‘Ion talk about too much so I know you don’t know what I seen

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Verse 2

My Brodie just told me to watch how you move I know niggas been plotting on you

They act like a bro but deep down they’re the niggas that want you to lose

Just listen

I ain’t got nothing to prove

Head down racks up bitch don’t get it confused

I'm tryna' run up my guala if I get a mili' you better believe that I’m making it two

I’m making it two bitch don’t get it confused

Racing myself tell me how Imma' lose

In my own lane so I do what I want when I want

Don’t you get it I’m making the rules

Imma' drop a bag on the kicks

They want beef so we bringing the sticks

Bro need a bag so we hit him a lick

Young nigga can't get caught up in the mix (no, no, no, no)

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