Adidas lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Dope stash in my Bimmer, I can cash out on Adidas
Should I trap or should I rap and spend this cash all on a feature?
My n*ggas is in the field and they adopted, so I teach
But I gotta spend this cash all on this motherf*ckin' re-up
I'm tryna be a leader but, sh*t, I'm fallin' in my past
The trap callin' for this cash, I scrape the bottom of the stash
Front a n*gga one and I can press it, I can stretch that b*tch to half
A lot of sh*t a n*gga never had a n*gga's tryna grab
And R.I.P. my n*gga Black 'cause they done chopped him into pieces
He was tryna duck polices, I was tryna duck the Reaper
I was on the block, hustlin', just tryna stuff the reefer
In the pocket with the nina, sh*t, I'm poppin' with the heater if I need her
I'm in the kitchen bakin' like Anita, tryna freak it like Adina, sell and sneak it to a beaner
I was younger, was f*ckin' up the re-up coppin' sneakers
'Cause the OGs never taught me how to be up, I got beat up
On them corners, but I came back
Trap back jumpin', had it poppin' on the same track
Lil' mama thuggin', got my name as her face tat
sh*t, you gotta face facts
It's some real n*ggas in this sh*t, you can't replace that
Same block, same strap, shoot a n*gga face back
Leave his head in his legs, waist in his wave cap
c*cked the K back, was blowin' blades where his braids at
c*cked the K back, had so much pain so I stained that
Mama cried tears, we did bids throughout the years
I had a couple n*ggas die and I'm just wishin' you was here, but sh*t is clear
I'm ridin' with my pistol like a Piston through the fear and let them n*ggas know I'm here
I promise when I die, they celebrate me like I'm 'Pac
It'll be because I reached my goal, not 'cause I sold this rock
Any n*gga that try to hate me, promise, dawg, they gon' get shot
I'm from the Dot and I got some n*ggas that's still down to knock your top
I put this on my baby, this being broke sh*t done drove me crazy
All my friends done got ghost and went Swayze
My number-one question now is, "Lord, am I gon' make it?"
'Cause it's times I feel alone and just so hopeless on this pavement
I tried to work a nine-to-five, but I can't wait for payment
sh*t, that sh*t just take too long and plus the feelin' so complacent
But I look at that road and it's like my goals are so adjacent
The devil on my shoulder, it's gettin' colder in this basement
I got killers on the left of me, drug dealers on my right
To the world they look scary, but I knew these n*ggas all my life
And now my little n*gga scammin', he tryna cop it off a swipe
I remember different nights, duckin' cops and runnin' flights of stairs
n*ggas gettin' scared, but, pus*y boy, that ain't my type
I threw it up with n*ggas past my weight and twice my height
Ever sat up in that dark place just tryna find a light?
I can't even trust myself, my left hand don't know my right
I can put this on my dead mama
Marijuana sales done bought this Ferragamo
Out of state licks, done got to flex some Moncler on 'em
b*tch, I'm all smiles like the logo of the Murakami
n*ggas can't stop me, now they fearin' on me
Only thing I fear is God, I can never fear the odds
Eric committin' a suicide the only time you seen the tears fall
Shot my n*gga Nesta in his head, they tried to clear 'em off
Then my cousin Dave got shot in front of grandma's
I been in them shootouts in the parkin' lots and standoffs
Real plugs where I'm from, no n*ggas never ranned off
Give it to my lil' n*gga, pass it by the hand-off
Had to sell him game, you gotta pass and put your man on
[Outro]
'Cause even if I
Even if I don't get it
Then I might die trying
'Cause I was born broke but I'ma die rich
Even if I
If I never get it
I'll still have this dope stash when I blow past
Sellin' snow like it's winter in the forecast
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
Said, I gotta make it
And if they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it, woah
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
And if they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it