They fake I can't be with 'em, They snakes in the grass
Gotta be safe around these niggas, They wishin' me bad
Whole lotta hate around these trenches i'm making them mad
Food on my plate man I'm eating it and paying the tab
Now a days lacing up Givenchy ain't taking no cab
I know women can be cruel to you, I pray for my dad
Funny how I want the blue faces but hate being sad
They wanna see me on news stations, It's sickening and sad
How did I think that she love me, cause she hate me instead
I fell in love with the money, I'm addicted to bread
I get 500 performing, They still pay me respect
I pull up stunt on my old bitch it ain't nothing to brag
They fake I can't be with 'em, They snakes in the grass
Gotta be safe around these niggas, They wishin' me bad
Whole lotta hate around these trenches, They see me they dap me up
Don't know why they do that but I know why they mad
Now a days lacing up Givenchy still popping' the tags
I know I looked like a fool to them, The fashion was bad
Funny, now I want the blue faces but hate being sad
They wanna see me on news stations, It's sickening and sad
I'm switching the swag up, My fit looking dapper
'Member days they doubted that I was fit for a rapper
NBA they scouting me 'cause I ball out with passion
Now my momma salary going up out the rafters
My bank account three digits a comma plus three digits
My bro just got re-sentenced, I'm mad that they keepin' him
Fuck cops and fuck the system, I'm mad that they keepin' him
That cycle is ridiculous, come back to the streets nigga