[Intro]
Lil Mister, Faded, Mack
Ha, I know I ain't sh*t, I know I ain't sh*t
I know I ain't sh*t, I know I ain't sh*t, Look
[Verse 1]
I know I ain't sh*t yet
And I'll tell the whole world
Too busy still picking up pieces of myself from ole girl
f*ck a b*tch, I ain't never been the stunner type
Maybe a few times but n*gga that just a part of life
I stop trippin' over hoes and I got my money right
I stop trippin' over hoes and I got my money right
Momma I'm sorry it took me so long to understand
I try to do sh*t by myself to be a bigger man, f*ck a friend
I was on the block, prolly hustlin'
But all they saw in Jolly was a football college kid
Going to class with the work in my cleats
Most professors was a joke, I'd used that time to get sleep
How the f*ck you teaching me bout life ?
Silver spoon to your mouth, You ain't seen my life
So how I'm supposed to listen to you
You ain't seen what I seen, Been where I been
Grass on your side was always green
n*gga the f*ck you mean, huh?
[Hook]
Young n*ggas on a come up
I told my momma I got em, so beware if I run up
I hate when n*ggas say "Be Careful"
Like gettin' money ain't dangerous
Boy I just pray the lord'll f*ckin' help em'
Can't trust none of these b*tches
They'll down talk you bad
That's until they see you rich and man these b*tches sad
That why I can't love em
That why I can't cuff em
They'll f*ck all your friends, That why you can't trust em, nah
[Verse 2]
I ain't tryna hear the bullsh*t, n*gga f*ck you pay me
I'm livin' in sin everyday, Just pray The Lord save me
If I gotta be broke to be real
f*ck it, I get it , I'll live
I go to war and I'll kill, I prolly rob and I steal
She was off a pill, Tryna chill, Yeah you know the drill
n*ggas they so phony they'll squeal, Just to get a deal
What the f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas ?
He's just being real
I just wanna make it for my fam, I need a 100 Mill
I'm running this sh*t like a traphouse
Run in your sh*t and leave you trapped
Don't think you safe boy cause you not
Don't trust these n*ggas they'll flop
We should be more scared of the cops
They kill more n*ggas than the block
I been grinding non-stop, until I reach the f*cking top
[Hook]
Young n*ggas on a come up
I told my momma I got em, so beware if I run up
I hate when n*ggas say "Be Careful"
Like gettin' money ain't dangerous
Boy I just pray the lord'll f*ckin' help em'
Can't Trust none of these b*tches
They'll down talk you bad
That's until they see you rich and man these b*tches sad
That why I can't love em
That why I can't cuff em
They'll f*ck all your friends, That why you can't trust em, nah