Ends lyrics

[Intro]
(Swear your sh*t go f*cking crazy)
Ayy
(Tad', pop your sh*t)

[Chorus]
See, this sh*t getting wicked, these n*ggas still roaching and stealing
They run up on me and I'm killing
They can't know the feeling, my name still be in all they mentions
It's been the whole year, boy, that's sickening
My family don't feel me, these b*tch n*ggas say they gon' kill me
I'm about to just drop a fifty
While I thumb through a milli', Dior, but my b*tch in Balenci'
Put up, she don't ever be with me
I stay with my glizzy, see, tricks is for kids, do you hear me?
You standing on business, get near me
If you not, better fear me, been running through sh*t like D. Henry
I rap, but that field, I was in it
And shout out to Beenit, that n*gga ain't never been in it
These n*ggas'll tell for a sentence
I'm solid, that's different, I'm quick to suit up on a mission
Kyle got the backend, so I'm chilling

[Verse]
If not, then we drilling
Tryna focus on rap,but keep thinking and having these thoughts about robbing and dealing
Either way, I'ma run up a million, we stacking that paper 'til it touch the ceiling
Since a youngin, been knew I could feel it, it was all off a 'bow if this rap wasn't hitting
All these diamond, they sparkle and glisten, you reach for this sh*t and you bound to go missing
With the sharks, make 'em swim with the fishes, got kicked out of school 'cause they said I was vicious
Steady stealing from hoes and breaking in cars, I'm surprised I wasn't labeled a menace
Who you know back and forth with theyself? All I needed was help, but they gave me a witness
Went to jail, had me washing them dishes, I came out that b*tch wanting nothing but vengeance
But the streets, they was hot, went and got me a spot and a pot and my pockets start building
Boy, I came from the dirt, all that struggle and hurt, I just know that you n*ggas don't feel me
Try to rob, boy, you might as well kill me, can never go easy, they know that it's in me
No Bill Cosby, you n*ggas can't pill me, I stay with my strap yelling, "RIP Strizzy"
[Chorus]
See, this sh*t getting wicked, these n*ggas still roaching and stealing
They run up on me and I'm killing
They can't know the feeling, my name still be in all they mentions
It's been the whole year, boy, that's sickening
My family don't feel me, these b*tch n*ggas say they gon' kill me
I'm about to just drop a fifty
While I thumb through a milli', Dior, but my b*tch in Balenci'
Put up, she don't ever be with me
I stay with my glizzy, see, tricks is for kids, do you hear me?
You standing on business, get near me
If you not, better fear me, been running through sh*t like D. Henry
I rap, but that field, I was in it
And shout out to Beenit, that n*gga ain't never been in it
These n*ggas'll tell for a sentence
I'm solid, that's different, I'm quick to suit up on a mission
Kyle got the backend, so I'm chilling