Persevere lyrics

[Intro]
Hahahahaha
Everything for Lord, let's go
Damn, long live Fatt, yeah
(Kinden)
Long live my fallen

[Chorus]
I'm not one of them n*ggas that you think you gon' push over
I didn't never say I was street, I'm just a lil' older
All these folks just do too much, why they get involved? Hah
Made a mistake and hit your b*tch, she didn't wanna let me go, hah
I done piped up my whole brand, the racks in, what's your total?
These n*ggas talkin' 'bout features, ain't got no cheese, I'll get your street starter, dip and leave
A lot of this sh*t wouldn't happen, it wasn't for us, not lyin', yeah
Man, these hoes by me, n*gga sound likе a b*tch, n*gga, fall in line (Yeah)
Got too many hoes donе came to me, said n*gga done dropped out on my recipe
n*gga spinned on us, can't lie, but we got back, them n*ggas turned ratatouille (Huh)
I got too much dog sh*t stuck in my closet, I got a lot to lose
They gon' talk that sh*t and then keep it anonymous, that ain't even you

[Verse]
These n*ggas talk that sh*t, but don't score a bucket, they somethin' like Jordan Poole
Let sixty jam, man, 'til they call me mouse, I pop out mouskatool
Doin' legendary sh*t nowadays, I could never forget my team
They be basin' sh*t off opinion, I'm not rich 'cause them all Shein
I wanna do that with that brrr, they tryna trick me off the streets
sh*t, I'm finna come and take what's yours, I slick want your girl with me
I been on some different sh*t in my mind, I'm tryna build a building
It ain't my fault I want the win, told my bros let's talk like Gillie
Had to chill out on my pimpin', that sh*t be lame, but I'm caught up in it
I did sh*t that these n*ggas ain't did and I didn't present it, what make me different
Ho disrespectful, just spare you a 9, I walk 'round with a four-nick
I did a dime for my b*tch, get you a M from my sh*t
b*tch-ass n*ggas be goin' fed, they be tellin' what I did
What the f*ck do I be lookin' like? Do I got "stupid" written on my head or somethin'?
Tryna see why the f*ck keep askin' me for this pape' when you said your man the one
Penny-pinchin'-ass n*gga, that n*gga scrapin', he ain't got no bands or nothin'
Shh, but always on the 'Gram poppin' it
Forgot about my past, I'm finna go buy these diamonds
Any time I done gave 'em a chance, I tried to let 'em in
I be takin' it serious, sometimes, I don't get to smile, I be tryna persevere
[Chorus]
I'm not one of them n*ggas that you think you gon' push over
I didn't never say I was street, I'm just a lil' older
All these folks just do too much, why they get involved? Hah
Made a mistake and hit your b*tch, she didn't wanna let me go, hah
I done piped up my whole brand, the racks in, what's your total?
These n*ggas talkin' 'bout features, ain't got no cheese, I'll get your street starter, dip and leave
A lot of this sh*t wouldn't happen, it wasn't for us, not lyin', yeah
Man, these hoes by me, n*gga sound like a b*tch, n*gga, fall in line (Yeah)
Got too many hoes done came to me, said n*gga done dropped out on my recipe
n*gga spinned on us, can't lie, but we got back, them n*ggas turned ratatouille (Huh)
I got too much dog sh*t stuck in my closet, I got a lot to lose
They gon' talk that sh*t and then keep it anonymous, that ain't even you

[Outro]
(Kinden)