From Afar lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Turn this b*tch up, I ain't even try (It's too easy)
Half purple, half red, let it even out (Let it even out)
Stars in the ceiling, I can see the sky (b*tch)
My oldhead made a fifty, he can't read or write (Iced Up Records)
Had to earn my respect, f*ck who showin' love
Got more money every n*gga in the whole club
Hit the road by myself, got my own plug
I brought lean to the city, n*ggas owe up, n*gga
I wear Saint Laurent, we don't drip the same
This a thousand dollar pot, we don't sip the same
Ask them hoes how I play, we don't tip the same
Yeah, pop an RP 'fore I hit the stage

[Chorus]
I can see them n*ggas hatin' from a far distance
You can see this jewelry shakin' from a far distance
When that pape' get low, n*ggas start snitchin'
You ain't a ghetto superstar, you a star witness

[Verse 2]
Learned the game from myself, I'm my own student
Why he got a record deal makin' road music?
Hot n*gga movin' solo with a whole movement
We don't do that pillow talkin', let them hoes do it
Your favorite rapper know I'm him, better ask them n*ggas
I was barely even runnin' and passed them n*ggas
Same n*gga off the horn from rags to riches
I got hitters down on Mack up to Cadieux, n*gga
Put my trust in nobody, n*ggas too iffy
Glock 19 pokin' out the blue hoody
Love every n*gga in my crew, let 'em move with me
Real n*gga, keep it hundred like two fifties
Had a meeting with the mayor while on fed papers
I turned shooters into bosses, now they bread chasers
Get any b*tch in the city, that's a dead lay-up
Hit the pus*y in the morning, get the head later
I'm back hangin' with the gang 'cause I'm hungry again
I see the hate in n*ggas' face, they don't want me to win
Go 'head and book me for a show, I'ma throw 'bout a ten
In the middle of the summer, let it blow like the wind
f*ck squashin' beef, I ain't sparin' these n*ggas
Put a ten on his head, go and bury these n*ggas
I'm out in Cali with the Bloods, me and Perry, we Crippin'
Young n*ggas got it out the mud, now we buried in Fendi, ugh
[Interlude]
Drank God
Ayy, Gucci
Be right there, what's happenin'? Yeah

[Chorus]
I can see them n*ggas hatin' from a far distance
You can see this jewelry shakin' from a far distance
When that pape' get low, n*ggas start snitchin'
You ain't a ghetto superstar, you a star witness