[Chorus]
Know that they all want to look at me now
I was just down tryna figure it out
Pour up a 4 and I move with the crowd
They still see me posted up in the projects
Like damn, he ain’t making it out (Damn he ain't making it out)
Slimed me on purpose, a technical foul
Said you my homeboy when you knew it’s nonsense
Ain’t my fault if I don’t come around ('Round)
How you always on the net talking crazy
You way too scared, no pic on your profile (On your profile)
I get wild
I’m up on stages
I be thinking to jump in the crowd (Thinking to jump in the crowd)
I know killers that ride with a stainless
Best come correct or I’m putting you down
Heavy Hitta I ain’t got to say shit
They all know the gang when we popping out, ohh
[Verse 1: Kid Fob]
I stayed down with the trappers and scammers (Down with the trappers)
Blacked out Jeep Cherokee filled up with hammers
She can’t just bear with me, well I can’t stand her
See now I’m different, I heightened the standards
Most of us came from poverty
You could die in the streets
Or get thrown in the slammer (Get thrown in the slammer)
All the hate I get don’t bother me
Had to fix up the crease, I won't throw me a tantrum
Start up the race (Start up the race)
He think he get it
But bro don't even really know what it takes (Know what it takes)
I been busy taking care of my brothers
I'm pulling the weight (I been pulling the weight)
I get wicked when you jump inside of this shit
Ain't no running away (Ain't no running away)
Take all these drugs just to cope with the pain
Now I don't feel the same
He think cause he pop pills, it make him a savage (Make him a savage)
I like my bitches real pretty and got them some titties
Could give a fuck if they a lil ratchet
I been making bands do back Philippes
I been stackin up for the AP or Patek
He switched up trying to get back to me
But where was you at when I wasn't havin'?
Can't trust in no bitch, cause she might leak my addy
[Chorus]
Know that they all want to look at me now
I was just down tryna figure it out
Pour up a 4 and I move with the crowd
They still see me posted up in the projects
Like damn, he ain’t making it out (Damn he ain't making it out)
Slimed me on purpose, a technical foul
Said you my homeboy when you knew it’s nonsense
Ain’t my fault if I don’t come around ('Round)
How you always on the net talking crazy
You way too scared, no pic on your profile (On your profile)
I get wild
I’m up on stages
I be thinking to jump in the crowd (Thinking to jump in the crowd)
I know killers that ride with a stainless
Best come correct or I’m putting you down
Heavy Hitta I ain’t got to say shit
They all know the gang when we popping out, ohh
[Verse 2: Kid Fob]
I done crawled out the mud, had the cred
I'm still standing up in all of my sessions
Don't care about getting no rest (Not getting no rest)
Trying to fill up my pockets with them dollars
Until they gon' run out of breath (Ahh, they gon' run out of breath)
My fault if I'm losing attention
It ain't bout the money, I'm deaf (I'm deaf)
I might just skeet in her mouth, call it Crest (Woah, woah)
No Milwaukee, we get to them Bucks (Get to them bucks)
Ball like a Celtic, but this ain't no luck
I just need all them bands in a rush
We been sipping that dirty, no this not no regular cup
We still step in the rough
I could shoot like I'm Curry, they know I got range
No I ain't just throwing it up
I been taking these percs just to numb all the pain
I think I might start throwing it up (Throwing it up)
[Bridge]
With everything that I been doing
You swear that it's never enough (Never enough)
But I ain't going back
I gave it up, now I can't get attached
That fuck nigga switched, now he turned to a rat
Took my off the brakes, now it's all on the gas
Watch me sweve through the lane, try my best not to crash
I've been going too fast
[Chorus]
Know that they all want to look at me now
I was just down tryna figure it out
Pour up a 4 and I move with the crowd
They still see me posted up in the projects
Like damn, he ain’t making it out (Damn he ain't making it out)
Slimed me on purpose, a technical foul
Said you my homeboy when you knew it’s nonsense
Ain’t my fault if I don’t come around ('Round)
How you always on the net talking crazy
You way too scared, no pic on your profile (On your profile)
I get wild
I’m up on stages
I be thinking to jump in the crowd (Thinking to jump in the crowd)
I know killers that ride with a stainless
Best come correct or I’m putting you down
Heavy Hitta I ain’t got to say shit
They all know the gang when we popping out, ohh
