Seen it All lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
We done seen it all
And done it all
We don't trust these n*ggas
Word, word to my n*gga, P

[Verse 1]
Brodie's b*tch is back out, rocking these platinum chains
She give it to a thorough n*gga, that's my claim of fame
Chanel body suit, when it rain, diamonds galore
Get chauffeured under the stars, you can forget how you was livin' before
She keep it P with a player, so she never at me
I'ma get munyun, got my lawyer, hoes can't attack me
Lil' n*ggas run you down with a gun like he in a track meet
Sent through a cleanin' crew, they pressin' with that iron (Ah)
Look a n*gga in the eyes, see if he gon' cross
Cocoa number five b*tch eatin' up a boss
Keep my b*tch close, but I keep the goons closer
Dom Pérignon bottle, wasted bubbly on the floor
Came up from the block, sellin' the rawest coke
You might OD off this sh*t, n*gga, ain't never enough
Richie Mil' cost a house, it ain't never enough
Seven hundred bucks on a truck, the seats brazy (Ah)

[Chorus]
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this sh*t, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (Ah)
[Verse 2]
I cook that white girl uncut, you might OD
Drop thirty-six in a Pyrex, stay low-key
Put a n*gga on suicide watch, they try and play me
Spent a million dollars on the watch, chasin' a big B
Talkin' hip-hop, I'm talkin' 'bout drugs
Live like a shotta, I bring fire to the club
Lookin' up to mobsters as kids, that was us
Teflon Pluto, I'm not the n*gga you can touch (Ah)

[Chorus]
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this sh*t, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (Ah)
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this sh*t, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (Ah)
[Outro: Prodigy of Mobb Deep]
That's just my opinion, I don't listen to that bullsh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like some people think that's hot
Some people actually think that sh*t is hot
Like, come on, who you gon' listen to, them or P?
Who the veterans? Who the seasoned veterans at this sh*t
That can tell you what's hot and what's not?
You know what I'm sayin'? That's, there you have it, son
And I ain't on no hater sh*t, I ain't a hater
Do your thing, n*gga, you know what I'm sayin'?
But personally, this today is not poppin', son