MT - Get Yo Money Back Lyrics

This ain't no flashlight, this a beam through yo window
Get your money back cause they ain't kilt who they was sent for
Givin' six figures for niggas that's givin' info
Niggas rats, you know what happened, we gotta lynch em
I ain't dissin' this just general
Voices in my head like step on any nigga that ain't feelin' you
Felon with a gun, that's five years in minimum
Homicide that's 25, Matt we gon' be missin' you
Wayne gave my nigga 30, he couldn't stop talkin' like it was difficult
Niggas wicked!
When you make money this fast, you gon' get addicted
My baby so fine make your bitch look simple
Really rich, I'll break the bank before she break me nigga
Try to take somethin' from me, you gon' have to take me with it
This ain't happen overnight, I just had some patience with it
No I'm not the bad guy, why you have to paint that picture?
I love cuz to death cause he gon' slideeee
And he got cases pending
No I can't fake kick it
Know I really hate niggas
I lost a good bitch to the streets, I went on dates with it
See this fat shit parked on your block, you can't miss it
It'll park itself, I came from nothin', that shit amaze niggas
Might go drop a kit, bro need appeals, I gotta make decisions
I do it for one, I do it for em' all, I don't show favoritism
I'm back up in the trenches where it started with my favorite killer
Real shark, if I had a son, he a f*ck the babysitter
Real talk, sent back to her man, that's where that beggin' get her
Real boss, buy that shit myself, don't need no payments either
Real lost, make that shit right back, they still ain't f*ckin' with me
I'm a real member, they know how it is, they won't say nothin' to me
Riding by myself, a nigga try it, he get stepped on
Real niggas havin' real motion , makin' pain songs
That lil' shit you doin' still ain't workin', gotta change some
Lon still tweakin' in the streets, he gon' chase some
It's a big difference of when that shit was takin' and it was givin
I told my bitch just be my bitch, can't mix my pleasure with my business
I never claimed to be the realest
I just always been myself and they just so happen to feel it
Man I done son'd a lot of niggas
I'm bout to stop addressing children
I can't lie, this life too sweet , I should go and cop some fillings
The kids all look up to me , I'm not a regular civilian
They gotta say what they chest addressing me or I don't hear it
I fly you out and we don't f*ck, you gettin' flew back home with Spirit
I wish I could bring them days back
Growin' up on the north side where ain't nobody safe at
I would drop a name, but internet games we don't play that
I could expose yo whole life right now but I'm a save that
Niggas runnin' around claimin' the gang but who okayed that
Lil' bro killed that lil' time on them papers, yeah he ate that
Me and twin, we screamin' f*ck the world with no latex
If she can't bring no motion to my world then I can't date that
I'm drama free
Can't let no weak bitch baby daddy me
We in the A, finna take some twin hoes to Twin Peaks
We really lit, can't tell you what today is, shit I barely sleep
We might joke and shit but I can tell deep down that they envy me