I see through the fake shit nigga, I see through facades
I see that I'm on the come-up
And they want a piece of the motherfuckin' guy, huh
I peep, that these bitches trifey
And they wanna trick me with they fucking lies
You better stay to yourself
(It is beyond) and you never show them all your cards, huh
Breaking down weed like a sport
It's putting the red in my eyes
Pushing this motherfucker forward, bitch I'm in your hood
I came with a motherfuckin' .9
Leave me out the picture all you motherfuckin' want
I love it when they count me out
When they see me I know that they shout
It's my time, niggas start to pout
Story time, children gather round
Once upon a time I was on my grind
But a pretty bitch a nigga found
She fucked up his life, she fucked up his money
And she even fucked up the sound
He got into codeine and other things
That's the only shit that kept him sound
But he made it out he not a clown
If my money right, then I can't frown
Lately life been too good
I can be the man in two hoods
All them tribulations, understood
This ain't Freemasons, ain't no hoods on
But I fuck with Maison understood
Yes, I'm underrated understood
I been on the pace to something good
Heard y'all fuck niggas have been in a drought
And I'm here to come in with the floods
If a fuck nigga start to run his mouth
We gon' see a whole lotta blood
If it get to it then I'm wildin' out
We use guns, ain't no running ones
That's for fun nigga, I ain't one to play with
I ain't one to get to starting some
Breaking down weed like a sport
It's putting the red in my eyes
Pushing this motherfucker forward, bitch I'm in your hood
I came with a motherfuckin' .9
Leave me out the picture all you motherfuckin' want
I love it when they count me out
When they see me, I know that they shout
It's my time, niggas start to pout
Story time, children gather round
Once upon a time, I was on my grind
But a pretty bitch a nigga found
She fucked up his life, she fucked up his money
And she even fucked up the sound
He got into codeine and other things
That's the only shit that kept him sound
But he made it out he not a clown
I see through the fake shit nigga, I see through facades
I see, that I'm on the come-up
And they want a piece of the motherfuckin' guy, huh
I peep, that these bitches trifey
And they wanna trick me with they fucking lies
You better stay to yourself, and you never show them all your cards