Pacific lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy, uh (Is that you, Sam?)

[Verse]
I got it on my own, ran this sh*t up by myself (By myself)
Even when I needed it, I ain't ask no n*gga for help
When that b*tch war, I'm suitin' up every time, know I'm there
I don't need no n*gga to slide with me, I push up by myself
The f*ck I look like payin' a n*gga? I held that sh*t myself
All you n*ggas be screamin' "Real" and don't be real, real is rare
Lil' b*tch think that I want her, I don't want her, real player
Stay the f*ck up out the trap if you don't like that flocka smell
These n*ggas make believe, these n*ggas action figures
Trigga rich, had to get rich, I ran it up way past n*ggas
Won't leave the crib without my trap, won't leave the crib without my strap
Free the bros from up the road, I'm sendin' K through through the flap
They tryna tell a n*gga rap, but I'd rather work my phone
Flockin' B's for eighty-five, you better tap in 'fore they gone
Nothin' but made n*ggas and gravediggers 'round me whenever I roam
Ain't tryna f*ck, then say that then, don't play with me, lil' b*tch, I'm grown
You know my phone jumpin' out the gym, hella plays
Them n*ggas ain't havin' no motion, they be lyin', they in the way Postin' all them poles on Instagram, don't never post no pay
(Big bro, give me a ride?) n*gga, get the f*ck up out my face
Say, every dog have his day, but I ain't trippin', I'm on ten
Get 'em out soon as I get 'em in, God knows I'm tryna win
Go up top like tell you again, I ain't never front my motion
They tryna trick me off the streets, but I ain't goin', stayin' focused
I done ran me up some money, now they hatin', n*ggas mad
Quick to added me a b*tch and watch bro dunk her off the glass
Better get up off your ass, I heard you doin' real bad (Better get up off your ass, I heard you doin' real bad)
Shawty play me, he gon' lay, n*gga tried it, he gon' die
Ran it up on accident, sh*t, I wasn't even much tryin'
I don't f*ck with none of these n*ggas, none of these n*ggas ain't my kind
Quick to wipe a n*gga nose, do a n*gga real slime
You know I love them phones, my sh*t swang when it rang
I'll pop up out, change the weather, n*gga, can you stand the rain?
I ain't never duck no smoke, never will, that's on me
I ain't turnin' down no plate, whenever it's beef, know I'ma eat
I ain't the type to ball hog, I wanna see all my n*ggas win
I bought cutters for my brothers, told 'em shoot whenever they can
You know I love them bodies, know I put sh*t in the wind
I don't like to talk 'bout what's-her-name, but I'll do that sh*t again