42 Dugg - It Get Deeper, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Chorus] Never bite that hand that feeds you, bro, ni**as greedy Never felt what it was like to be loved, b*tches be cheatin' Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even Main mans turned to a hater, this sh*t is deep Over money, you'll turn your back on your brother 'Cause of money, I don't know a b*tch who really love me, ain't it funny? I could fill the East up with hunnids Make a freak fu*k for nothin', I don't beef much at all Still in the hood, reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs Every time my ni**a call, I show out for him My b*tch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more The fu*k I need clout for? I can't be outscored ni**a, I can't be outscored [Verse 1] For all my ni**as that's callin', b*tch, I'm still ballin' Forty-three for these and I play Mike Jordan But I play 'em like Stockton, these b*tches sellin' like Oxy' See a hatin' ni**a, pop 'em, gettin' rich the only option b*tch, I grew up with them doctors, you lil' ni**as impostors Might invest a couple houses all in Houston for my youngins Lookin' for the pints of Wocky Who ain't gettin' money? Stop it I might up a million dollars I done fu*ked a million b*tches b*tch, I got a million problems, nah, for real Next time a ni**a diss us, he gettin' killed b*tches think they slick, ain't slick enough, baby, I see you If you think you can do this sh*t without me, then so be it The rest of my time and money gettin' spent on appeals Crib on the hills, bad b*tch who like to chill Doggybone on her nails, free my fu*kin' Uncle Nell Million dollars on his bail, don't give a fu*k no more Real recognize real, nah, I don't trust no ho Real recognize real, nah, I don't trust [Bridge] Tell me if you with me, my ni**a, or are you gon' leave? Main mans turned to a hater, all for some cheese [Chorus] Never bite that hand that feeds you, bro, ni**as greedy Never felt what it was like to be loved, b*tches be cheatin' Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even Main mans turned to a hater, this sh*t is deep Over money, you'll turn your back on your brother 'Cause of money, I don't know a b*tch who really love me, ain't it funny? I could fill the East up with hunnids Make a freak fu*k for nothin', I don't beef much at all Still in the hood, reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs Every time my ni**a call, I show out for him My b*tch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more The fu*k I need clout for? I can't be outscored ni**a, I can't be outscored (I can't be outscored) [Verse 2] You know a ni**a came from the slums What's crackin' to the pastor, still got faith from all the guns Handheld with a drum on a ni**a, if not three It got one a ni**a, give 'em my all, I don't stunt on my ni**as Ayy, tell me if you with me, my ni**a, or you gon' leave? Why I never get the same love? 'Cause I'm me And my drugs told me, "You could be somethin' special, on Rece" How the fu*k am I stressin'? Thought I ain't need you Back and forth on this tether, it ain't easy Momma, please show me how to save my money Remember countin' down ninety days, I'm comin' [Chorus] Never bite that hand that feeds you, bro, ni**as greedy Never felt what it was like to be loved, b*tches be cheatin' Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even Main mans turned to a hater, this sh*t is deep Over money, you'll turn your back on your brother 'Cause of money, I don't know a b*tch who really love me, ain't it funny? I could fill the East up with hunnids Make a freak fu*k for nothin', I don't beef much at all Still in the hood, reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs Every time my ni**a call, I show out for him My b*tch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more The fu*k I need clout for? I can't be outscored ni**a, I can't be outscored