Gave Em My Word lyrics

No Rap money
Trap money, that’s just what it is
Tryna make it pop n*gga I just seen it fizz
Lose it all one night turn into the wiz
Shake back so quick thinking bout the kids
Could be dead
Could be broke
Could be doing a bid
Got a million dollars worth of game on my wig
Would you rather be on death row or the skid ?
“ I got so much more to grow n*gga, yea “
I’m working overtime I’m always tryna get ahead
I know you memorized my song sitting in the feds
Trap rolling I’ll make sho that mama get her meds
I ask a question to myself am I living dead
This sh*t deep it feel like I’m rolling down a hill
You gotta appreciate life when it’s slow and still
The elevator might fall this sh*t all a gamble
You chasing after something that you don’t know how to handle
I talk to my n*gga and he told me take the stairs
sh*t been taking long enough so I ain’t think he cared
Whole time he just making sho I’m self aware
Whole time n*gga making sho I’m well prepared

I can count a hundred thousand dollars all out in a minute
I don’t gotta be the boss
I know how to be the lieutenant
We got cribs full of bread
We ain’t giving it to pigeons
We got money coming in
Put granny in a Bentley
I been grinding for so many years I’m never gone be finish
I sip wockhart like it’s henny, I take shots all in my kidney
I been on some other sh*t, in the kitchen like a chemist
In the middle of intervention still experimenting
Money been on my mind , can I call you when I’m venting
I just need to get this message to you in a instant
We was down bad and I couldn’t keep my distance
100 million dollars on the way , still pending
Yea …
Rap don’t work n*gga we gone serve
Back on the block they say he got some nerve
Hating on me n*gga still on the curb
Came up from the bottom n*gga ima emerge
Go and get a brick n*gga go get bird
Ima drop my tape on the 1st and the 3rd
I ain’t pay em nothing
I just gave em my word