Niggas said you don't make hard shit
I tell em go run the back of my catalog bitch I got bangers regardless baby
Finessed the bag from the college
Solid niggas who made living it honest
So my conscious be clear in the coffin
Lately ain't stressing bout much lord I promise
Crazy how niggas don't know me but gossip
Take all that time with that shit that you talking and could flip a profit
I ain't gone claim that I made it till mama can franchise her shop automatic deposits
Ted DeBiase, I need a mill for my niggas y'all ego gone hold down your posse
Baby that's not me
I even split with my brothers remember them days no one got me
Everybody talk that talk but who you when the sun goes down
Everybody talk that talk but who you when the sun goes down
Everybody calm online... but who you when the sun goes down
Who you when the sun goes down... tell a nigga who you when the sun goes down...
When the sun goes...
Niggas had leverage still upped on the score
Boys from the south putting points on the board
Riding round town with the slouching accord with no payments for it
It's glory to lord
One day my niggas gone cover the forbes
F*ck taking loans imma cover it for em
I tell my niggas it's love and they know it
I don't be waiting on songs just to show em
Mom read me psalms rubbed my palms in the morning
So I cannot go through no motions
I ain't with that boasting or gloating but these niggas judge how you roll from your clothing
But aye, I'm good don't mean my head low cause no posting
Only see the real so often, swear that social shit get so exhausting
Make that shit shake
Pull up right to the store, 40 in tank and a spliff to the space
Problems go straight to the source
Evenings I pray give a f*ck what you think
Half of it's fake and it's forced and you wonder why niggas ain't finding a way
And you wonder why niggas ain't sliding your way
We made that shit shake
Sign off on it by the phone call got too much my plate baby
Missing days upon the roll call cause a nigga in LA crazy