Dp Beats - Something lyrics

[Intro] 2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I'm just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, I spent that sh** [Verse] Look I won a race, 100 miles and running They was stopping, I ain't jog or nothing I ain't lag or nothing I was 20 laps ahead of y'all, I ain't brag or nothing Game (?) under pressure, I ain't let him down or nothing Everybody got they cameras, had me a (?) or something All my hard work, all them days in Y'all know where I started All them late nights going retarded Running with the wildest youngings Smelling like 1000 onions Damn that sh** don't count for nothing When I told 'em I was coming They just thought that was I bluffing Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch 'em Pretty ladies, yeah I love 'em Come backstage, they let me f** 'em Free (?) don't owe her nothing I was rushing, I was getting ready Make her hold my luggage Met her once, she let me f** her twice She know I might f** her life Too lit to have a f**ing wife She signing up t wife tonight, so f** it She can board her flight Lil (?) might get her something to go, I guess I'm sorta nice Never been on dates, I risked my life She see me blowing this pipe Baby I'm not regular, no I'm not your average dude I grew up a hard knock, that's not up my avenue Gotta move something like the president Can't leave no trace or evidence Or location, if I'm there too long I gotta move f** it, you just stay right here cause I don't like your attitude Big G Herbo, don't leave the G out when you say Herbo Never leave the G out Glock on me every day I leave out Only way I be out, n***as know what we bout Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house (?) everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out And I got more coming, got another tape dropping Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money Finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain't push the score bu*ton Back to the program, n***as hating but they who*es love me Still getting tour money 15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain't running like the Porsche running (?) with the torch running (?) on the ops block (?) gunning All my n***as all about money In the middle of the war hustling Hustle homies and you know it touch us Shut the whole block down, no more hustling Start all (?) I roll the steel up Everybody on the team tryna score something Flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something Yeah, them k**ers like Jon-Jon But we ain't going out sweet, no cop dying That means ain't no cops k**ing us Ain't no ops k**ing us Some say I might sound co*ky Some say I might sound scary But I know that I'm gon' get home where I'm from that's (?) Where I'm from sh** get scary, n***as get buried Riding up on your block, bloody mary Don't you double dare me I'm from the Eastside of Chicago I'm Gucci where I go n***as know me where I go I'm an OG where I go You can't help what you born with But it's on you if you die broke If I die before I wake Have a party when I go 20 Rollies in a roll (?) if I wake before I go