Half of It lyrics

[Intro]
I been so stressed out lately, n*gga, you don't even know the half of it (Stress)
Get  the dread on the line, said, "I need smoke, n*gga, bring me a half of it" (Ayo, dread)
I  got a little bit of sh*t from Cookies left but I'm 'bout to smoke the last of it (Roll up)
Hol' up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(RICKY!)
Uh 

[Chorus]
I  been so stressed out lately, n*gga, you don't even know the half of it
My homie just finished ten years of his prison sentence, that ain't even half of it (Free brodie)
I  just whipped up another brick—before it even dry, sold half of it (Whip)
The plug love me, he ain't gotta front me, I got all his money, not half of it (Cap)
Got my bag up, I'm in this Raf bucket (Hah), from the hood, I never had nothin' (Hah)
Bought that b*tch some new titties, she already had a fatty and a flat stomach (Haah!)
This  sh*t is easy as a free-throw, sellin' Ps whole, I don't bag nothin' (I don't bag nothin')
Gettin' money in the streets, went to my jewelers, spent a n*gga' rap budget (Haah)

[Verse]
I ain't goin' for sh*t, I ain't hearin' it (No)
If I gotta up it, I'm clearin' sh*t (Brr)
VS on my bustdown, it's clear as sh*t (Hah)
You n*ggas all know what's up and who year it is (Woo)
You n*ggas can't f*ck with me, period (Uh uh)
She wanna f*ck on her period (What?)
I'm like, "b*tch, you can't be serious"
New Lambo truck and I'm steerin' it (Skrrrrt)
I showed a lot of n*ggas love
But that same love never get reciprocated (Uh uh)
Even when I put n*ggas in position, helpin' n*ggas get situated (I did)
Change your whole livin' situation (I did)
But that's just what real n*ggas do (Uh uh)
If you my bro, you know I'll take the shirt off my back
And I'll give it to you (Facts)
You gotta watch 'em, it's always a n*gga you love that be stealin' from you (Cap)
I looked in the mirror and I said, "Machine, ain't nobody that's realer than you" (Woo)
My lil' brother upstate
It's money on his phone when he wanna call home
Told him he ain't gotta worry 'bout sh*t
Got a bag waitin' when my boy home (Cap)
Keep my brother Goose with me
Everyday he flyest, n*ggas in Dior Homme (I see you, n*gga!)
I ain't gon' change with my n*ggas (No)
No, not for no fame or no b*tches, no (No)
I took a loss, n*ggas thought I was broke
When I needed n*ggas, them n*ggas ain't show
I had to get it the best way I know
I just reminded myself I'm the GOAT
Now every ball, I get straight off the boat (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh...)
Gold on my neck like I'm still sellin' dope
If I only see you when I got a show
You ain't really my n*gga, and that's how I know
Fake love, fake love (uh), I don't do the fake love, uh (Uh huh)
Talkin' down behind my back (What)
Nah, homie, that ain't love (Talk to 'em!)
I just did another show, uh (woo), filled another safe up, yeah (A million)
Take the stick on tour, uh (hah), all my n*ggas Drac'd up, yeah (Brr)
Look, I just stayed down and I levelled up
Look how I'm stackin' my cheddar up
VS the bezel up, got all my n*ggas
We standin' on couches and we f*ckin' rappers up
b*tches can't hear that Maybach engine revvin' up
I ain't gon' f*ck if she average or regular
I make a call, brodie creepin' his FN up
I'm the Machine, I don't see no competitors (brrrr), yeah (Talk to 'em!)
I make a call, brodie creepin' his FN up (Uh, uh, uh, uh!)
I'm the Machine, I don't see no competitors, yeah
[Interlude]
Machine, b*tch
Yeah, look what I became, n*gga, hmm
Look what y'all n*ggas made me
Yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(RICKY!)

[Chorus]
I been so stressed out lately, n*gga, you don't even know the half of it (The half)
My homie just finished ten years of his prison sentence, that ain't even half of it (Free the brodie!)
I just whipped up another brick—before it even dry, sold half of it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The plug love me, he ain't gotta front me, I got all his money, not half of it (I got it all!)
Got my bag up, I'm in this Raf bucket (hah), I'm from the hood, I never had nothing (I never had sh*t!)
Bought that b*tch some new titties, she already had a fatty and a flat stomach (Hahahaha!)
This sh*t is easy as a free throw, sellin' Ps whole, I don't bag nothin' (You do bag up?)
Gettin' money in the streets, went to my jeweler's, spent a n*gga' rap budget (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)

[Outro]
Yeah
You f*ck n*ggas can't f*ck with me, n*gga
I'm the realest n*gga I know, n*gga
Ask n*ggas
Ask n*ggas how I give it up, n*gga
I got to be the realest n*gga in this sh*t
Know I mean?
I ain't never switched up on the bros
You know what I mean?
Teflon love for all my n*ggas that's solid
Yeah
Rick Hyde
It was time, baby
We got these n*ggas in a chokehold right now, n*gga
Yeah, gone