Pryde - 6 Jesus lyrics

Look Better watch your place, boy f** around and get erased boy Here go another motherf**er that be talking sh** about me But can't say it to my face, what a shame boi sh** you ain't everything you claim boi I can see it through your eyes Realize, I don't gotta knuckle up with you to prove you b**h made You ain't gotta talk about your accolades, b**h I done that, woah Short fuses for the douches If you really live my life you will see how to win Talking ball to these hoes, tryna be like the man But b**h you snapchat sh**, I just see it again Hold up, nowadays boys wanna be the f**ing boy But it ain't no one that can be like all the other boys They talk a lot, like oh I keep that sh** 100 boy sh** like man I heard that from a 100 boys f**ing bucket, we know you a liar Your whole swag got old man you know it retired So you switch it up Like, ugh sh**, I know we inspired You play this sh** through the aux like you know this is fire hold up I tell her I ain't really drive the U-haul Uber rides is how i make them b**hes cruise home Have her wake up in the morning at the condo I have her walk up out the lobby riding in a Yukon Hard work get's you large perks Eating good I bought some large shirts Cause this belly got me going R. Kelly Put the key up in the ignition Baby tell them that I'm flexing Homie i'm just flexing Moma still need attention They like why you smoking cigs? sh** bad, sh**'ll k** you But I'll tell you what will k** you more than anything, stressin' Homie I'm just stressin' I tell her that I mean it With fiending needs for this cream And my team is leanin' for cheese So we schemin' and losing sleep Steady dreamin' for everything that we needed when we was teens That was money, power, respect, Stacy Keibler and Justin Bieber's net worth You b**hes is dead first We getting this bread first Then give them the best curse It's a fact, that I'm gifted as a f**er and I'm getting to this money This year all i've learnt was never listened to the f** sh** Everyday and everyday and everyday, I'm hustlin' And I don't gotta bu*t kiss I let this tough love sh** I'm about to say last thang, I'm about to say last thang Fella, you was hot back when Nelly wore a band aid God damn, that's lame And I'm not stupid b**h, coming from the motherf**in' 905 But everybody says we're from the 6, I see the lies And I'm not stupid b**h, I'm not stupid b**h, I'm not you Cause ever since I came back on the scene, all these youngens wanna hate right now Yeah I'm the most hated in my city, I'm proud, I'm proud Still without a co-sign, I'll be wasting no time Plan A's coming I'ma bout to steal your whole shine Richvale clique Plan A