*pre-hook* [Denny Lanez]
I don't understand why these n***as gotta hate
So many hoes wheres the one that got away
Im prolly outta state im on wave so b**h get out the way
All my n***as eatin but got so much on they plate damn
My boys trappin all night cause we love bandz
My boys pull out big Glocks when that sh** jam
My boys pull up quick fast take ya b**h now
My boys pull out big racks cause we rich now
*verse1* [Denny Lanez]
n***a take a look at my life i built the brand all by myself
n***a take a look at my life i was S.O.S & couldn't find no help
Wasting time tryna find a way, spent some time tryna find myself
Back when n***as ain't wanna sign me like f** yall i'll jus sign myself
Im on a mission hate the luggage
Hate the budget
Hate to love it
For my mama, & brothas
& my cousins
Paper comin wayyy back home to the block to
n***as hatin thats not new
Rappers bitin thats not news
Drae told me theres alotta n***as but all them rappers is not you
Murda mil where they tote a tommy gun like its alotta fun, ayye
Livin on the edge, i ain't tryna jump, ayye
Whole team mobbin we a wild bunch
Smokin black n milds we ain't gotta lung
These n***as hatin on the low & i feel that
I swear i can't trust a soul, where the real at
I just tell my story best believe i really saw sh**
Everytime i walk inside a room they like awe sh**
*Pre-Hook* [Denny Lanez]
We dem boyz ain't nothin new here baby
Its jus us i got my crew here baby
They lookin at us like we new here
Taking over after the new year baby
*verse2* [Denny Lanez]
Mama told me n***a go to school or get a job
I ain't worried cuz i spill my f**in life all in these songs
I was just a youngin & had nothing else to lose
Cuz this patience is jus eatin me alive to tell the truth
Had to get it myself
I ain't worried bout sh** n***a f** how you felt
I remember knockin on them doors, n***a too poor, too ashamed jus to ask for help
I ain't even have no fans
No AC i ain't have no fans
Came outta school i ain't have no plans
Record label said try again lil n***a i ain't have no chance
Thats why i act this way
I dont trust any my n***a tryna to pack his K
Load that nine, put to their muthaf**in head so my track gets played
Ima blast & say
I dont need yall, u dont know nothin bout the work i put in
Tryna diss me lil n***a i wouldn't
Money so tall ball hard Keith brooking
& i know you looking, yeah yeah