It Get Deeper, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Chorus]
Never bite that hand that feeds you, bro, n*ggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved, b*tches be cheatin'
Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even
Main mans turned to a hater, this sh*t is deep
Over money, you'll turn your back on your brother
'Cause of money, I don't know a b*tch who really love me, ain't it funny?
I could fill the East up with hunnids
Make a freak f*ck for nothin', I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood, reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs
Every time my n*gga call, I show out for him
My b*tch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more
The f*ck I need clout for? I can't be outscored
n*gga, I can't be outscored

[Verse 1]
For all my n*ggas that's callin', b*tch, I'm still ballin'
Forty-three for these and I play Mike Jordan
But I play 'em like Stockton, these b*tches sellin' like Oxy'
See a hatin' n*gga, pop 'em, gettin' rich the only option
b*tch, I grew up with them doctors, you lil' n*ggas impostors
Might invest a couple houses all in Houston for my youngins
Lookin' for the pints of Wocky
Who ain't gettin' money? Stop it
I might up a million dollars
I done f*cked a million b*tches
b*tch, I got a million problems, nah, for real
Next time a n*gga diss us, he gettin' killed
b*tches think they slick, ain't slick enough, baby, I see you
If you think you can do this sh*t without me, then so be it
The rest of my time and money gettin' spent on appeals
Crib on the hills, bad b*tch who like to chill
Doggybone on her nails, free my f*ckin' Uncle Nell
Million dollars on his bail, don't give a f*ck no more
Real recognize real, nah, I don't trust no ho
Real recognize real, nah, I don't trust
[Bridge]
Tell me if you with me, my n*gga, or are you gon' leave?
Main mans turned to a hater, all for some cheese

[Chorus]
Never bite that hand that feeds you, bro, n*ggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved, b*tches be cheatin'
Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even
Main mans turned to a hater, this sh*t is deep
Over money, you'll turn your back on your brother
'Cause of money, I don't know a b*tch who really love me, ain't it funny?
I could fill the East up with hunnids
Make a freak f*ck for nothin', I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood, reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs
Every time my n*gga call, I show out for him
My b*tch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more
The f*ck I need clout for? I can't be outscored
n*gga, I can't be outscored (I can't be outscored)

[Verse 2]
You know a n*gga came from the slums
What's crackin' to the pastor, still got faith from all the guns
Handheld with a drum on a n*gga, if not three
It got one a n*gga, give 'em my all, I don't stunt on my n*ggas
Ayy, tell me if you with me, my n*gga, or you gon' leave?
Why I never get the same love? 'Cause I'm me
And my drugs told me, "You could be somethin' special, on Rece"
How the f*ck am I stressin'? Thought I ain't need you
Back and forth on this tether, it ain't easy
Momma, please show me how to save my money
Remember countin' down ninety days, I'm comin'
[Chorus]
Never bite that hand that feeds you, bro, n*ggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved, b*tches be cheatin'
Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even
Main mans turned to a hater, this sh*t is deep
Over money, you'll turn your back on your brother
'Cause of money, I don't know a b*tch who really love me, ain't it funny?
I could fill the East up with hunnids
Make a freak f*ck for nothin', I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood, reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs
Every time my n*gga call, I show out for him
My b*tch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more
The f*ck I need clout for? I can't be outscored
n*gga, I can't be outscored