My Image lyrics

[Intro]
Turn it up, uh
I just prayed (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
Keep prayin', keep prayin'
I got a little bit more (Uh)
It's either way, by the way
I'm trippin', sometimes I leave the house without my pistol, know I'm slippin'
I'm prayed up, but that what make me different
n*gga make me mad, I pay a visit
I'm too rich to slide, so I'ma pay that ticket (And you better come on home for me, now)
Uh, you too young to die, lil' n*gga, you better listen
Don't think about that money, when you catchin' plays, you better grip it
Ain't have no money growin' up, so I be tippin'
Even if it gеt hard, n*gga, I go hard, start to finish

[Chorus]
Rule number one, don't disrеspect my pimpin'
The same n*ggas I help bossed up they life, try stop my image
The same b*tches I went and pay they rent, sayin' I ain't spendin'
The feds made my knees broke when they took my Freebandz pendant
They took my Bubba pendant, they took my brother's spinach
The same week, I was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin'
The same week them n*ggas tried, my youngin' was out here spinnin'
You know I started that Goyard sh*t and Rickie Owens, n*gga, I'm trendin'

[Verse 1]
The crackers steady hatin' like, sayin' my car's super tinted
I'm super turnt, I paid two-hundred yards for a tennis
That twenty-K, you stupid ass lil' young n*ggas, y'all be trippin'
sh*t, I post a picture on IG with that sh*t on to f*ck they b*tches (Frrt, frrt)
Don't even slide through here, you ain't got no switches (Ah)
Don't even slide through here, he ain't got no Benjis
I'll wipe a n*gga nose, get out my business
My tape drop, them n*ggas ain't post my sh*t, that's why I'm friendless
Don't ask me 'bout no n*ggas you don't see me with, that ain't my business
n*ggas envy a young n*gga, before the rap, I was out here gettin' it
How you flop on yo' lil' n*gga? He ain't even expose your feelings
But it's cool, still get fifty a show, this sh*t up to the ceilin'
I mean, it's bool, come through in a coupe, pull up wit' yo' boo
Grip a tool, I see n*ggas be watchin', no, I ain't no fool
Pocket watchin', this ain't no rap, this off of trappin', fool
Pull out them blues, b*tch, ain't Ice Spice, but, I get up in that mood
[Chorus]
Rule number one, don't disrespect my pimpin'
The same n*ggas I help bossed up they life, try stop my image
The same b*tches I went and pay they rent, sayin' I ain't spendin'
The feds made my knees broke when they took my Freebandz pendant
They took my Bubba pendant, they took my brother's spinach
The same week, I was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin'
The same week them n*ggas tried, my youngin' was out here spinnin'
You know I started that Goyard sh*t and Rickie Owens, n*gga, I'm trendin'

[Verse 2]
I watch when n*ggas try do U-turns
n*ggas watch you grind it up, but still mad 'bout what you earn
We'll scratch n*gga out like a b*tch, went and got a new perm
Years ago, I said I wan' double back, lil' b*tch, I'm too firm
It ain't no U-turn
It ain't no doublin' back, run up seven Ms
I'm tryna double that, b*tch done f*cked over ten n*ggas
It ain't no lovin' that, once the n*ggas take the sh*t to IG, it ain't no comin' back
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)

[Verse 3]
I stay true to myself
I stay true to my b*tch
I stay true to my clique, I stay true to this sh*t
Hoes wouldn't f*ck me if I ain't have no bag, I'm through with that b*tch
Say she'll love me if I ain't have no bag, I see through the b*tch
sh*t, I'm through with that ho
I'ma lootin' the folks
Got them Bubbas for eleven, got to trappin' to choke
Ugly b*tch think she finessin', she be flexin' the poor
Real mean with the wrist, I can whip up some coke
Splash that b*tch with some water, turn that sh*t to some dough
n*ggas be out here hatin' and sh*t, so that pistol I tote
So that pistol I tote (Ooh-ah-ah-ah)
Held high