Hierarchy lyrics

Intro:
Yeah, nah, nah I'm not tapping out yet. Haha. How much did I do, like six shots? Sheesh. 5th of Henny love haha

Verse 1 (Veno Da Don):
b*tch I'm sick and tired of these n*ggas sleeping on me
Feeling dead once again like they sent the reaper on me
Fake sh*t is for the birds, I can tell that he's a phony
I'm a go out out like a thug, got me feeling like I'm Tony like buh buh bow
sh*t going down
Rappers be ashamed, so they don't rep my town
pus*y n*gga be afraid, I'm spitting like a 50 cal, yeah I keep a drum beside me
You can get a hundred rounds. Ain't no hoe in my blood, b*tch I'll die for it
b*tch don't hit me with that sh*t, I got no time for it
Rocking Toms, cuz we couldn't afford Tom Ford
And now a n*gga blowing up like it's pop corn
Drop that, pop that, bang that sh*t
Took a long time just to play my sh*t. I do what i want, so they hate on this
n*ggas wanna get rich, but won't take no risk
Ugh, n*ggas sounding stupid, f*ck it I'm a do it
People thought I couldn't do it, had to prove it, had to keep it moving
True. Before I loose it, choppa loaded, come and try me l'm a shoot it
Woo, b*tch get back I'm a king though. Woo, "Sorry Not Sober" f*ck lean though
Woo, I'm a call ya hoe to come f*ck my crew
Pull up in a drop top, had to cut my roof
You rappers fried, catch up to me
My kids in her mouth, she got custody. My flow is H.I.V., without a condom. In other words, you can't f*ck with me
I got the game on lock like Marley. She ride the D like she on a Harley. I like to uh, and she like to party
No Heart, its the f*cking hierarchy. V Da Don n*gga



Chorus:

Lotta people make moves
Is they f*ckin with the right ones
Yeah
Lotta people pay dues
Did they do it for the right ones
Lotta people got crews
Is they f*ckin with the right ones
Yeah
Lotta people can't choose
So they lookin for the right ones
Yeah



Verse 2 (Double A):
b*tch I went from dusty kicks to must be rich but nah
This sh*t cost me less ain't break the law
Yes I must confess I made the call to address all my finesse I'm made to ball
Yo sh*t flexin once and barely function. My sh*t doesn't come with much instruction and yes I learned my sway from pops and that's it
No you wasn't f*ckin with my last hit but that's okay you wasn't with the team
You been switchin sides and yes I seen
Hype is all you on like that supreme so unless you down to ride then don't convene
'Less you in my phone don't hit my line
Yes I hear yo sh*t and hit decline
Press is sayin that I'm next in line for a check but that's expected, check the time
When I get that ride off in a benz coupe I could give a f*ck about a friend group. I been learnin how to not fit in
Ride with y'all I'd rather not get in. Got some big sh*t comin in the works all summer
Grindin but I haven't been to work all summer
Rappin sh*t and givin y'all the work all summer. Got the tommy when I cruise, I'm the young top gunner, I'm a hunnid degrees
Y'all been duckin the cheese
Ain't no subbin when I'm winnin I go buck with a lead
Me and Veno out the gate and now we runnin the league. It's Naptown sh*t, haters steady suckin my seed
But I'm home b*tch
Yeah, yeah, okay now I'm home b*tch
Yeah, yeah. Me & Veno, now we home b*tch
Yeah, yeah. Sorry, not sober
Yeah, I said, man I'm sorry, not sober


Outro:
Do it for the right ones
Yeah
Did I-
Did I do it for the-
Do it for the right ones
Did I do it for the-
Do it for the right ones