( verse 1 )
Member way back in the days
Back when I ain't had sh*t
All I wanted was a couple dollars and a bad b*tch
Free my n*gga Sashio that boy there was a savage
Free baby satch this jam sh*t real that boy there let you have it
I know I’m blessed yea the lord done blessed me with some Carats
But I’m still in the hood tryna dodge the rabbits
n*ggas want to knock me off they want to let me have it
Cause a n*gga got some fame I swear dog they can have it
I’m just tryna feed my fam I’m so close I can grab it
These b*tches tryna kill me too they claiming they gone stab me
They want me in a casket member sleeping on pallets
Need a pair of new balance cause I’m just tryna balance
I never had a daddy so momma was my daddy
The streets taught me how to eat so why I need a pappi
Looking in my momma face I know she hate she had me
Cause all my life we had to struggle ima make her happy
Lost a lot of homeboys most of those n*ggas at me
But I ain't worried about no n*gga this 40 automatic
These n*ggas ain't real they plastic these hoes ain't bad they average
And I ain't on no sad sh*t but I can’t trust my last b*tch
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f*ck b*tches get money
When I was broke I swear to god they wouldn’t stun me
I used to be a broke n*gga but now I’m thumbin’
I See these n*ggas feelings change when you get money
So damn who really love me (who really love)
They laughed at me and called me dusty
So Damn who really love me
( verse 2)
Still posted in the hood with my n*ggas on the block
Still with the same clique they comin with me to the top
Still screaming f*ck my pops still shooting birds at the cops
And ima ride for my team sh*t we still all we got
1026 up in my blood and that’s until my heart stop
My momma see me in the casket that might make her heart stop
Ima give these n*ggas hell til my f*cking heart drop
Too many n*ggas at my head I had to get a hard top
I swear these n*ggas all sweet I swear these n*ggas Pop-tarts
When I ain't had nowhere to sleep I had to sleep in hard spots
Hospital parking lot sleeping in the parking spots
These n*ggas snitching that’s a lot
Send my boys at they tater tot
Remember late nights up on that block
n*gga caught me lacking Ain have no Glock
These hoes wanna f*ck me cause im hot
These n*ggas want to kill me, take my spot
But I just roll up some gas for the dead and gone
Cause they dont love a young n*gga til im dead and gone
( hook )
f*ck b*tches get money
When I was broke I swear to god they wouldn’t stun me
I used to be a broke n*gga but now I’m thumbin’
I see these n*ggas feelings change when you get money
So damn who really love me (who really love)
They laughed at me and called me dusty so Damn who really love me