Rell - f** What They Say lyrics

[Intro] [Verse: Rell] Its trill sh** Bet a n***a won't come to test the clique, got to peep the script Slip, runaway hitters, they awful f**ing with me I gotta get the dollars scrilla, get put in trauma deliver A n***a momma to host away, we ain't solving the terror Feeling sort of a youngin', to hustle I'm run-and-gunning Fearing a n***a punish, which one of you ho's want it None of my homies stumbling, rumble, we get to tumbling Busta you don't want none of this, BRK and we run this sh** [Verse 2: Nell] This sh** on my race, I represent for the slaves That ain't living to this day We saving their face, coming for the tape n***a And a mini-quake, shaking these n***as in place b**h I'm on a ace n***a done played on a stage, f** him if he ain't bucking with the game My n***as ride, the chevy collide, if these n***as high, then show them the lighters [Hook x3: Amber London] f** what they saying You see my n***as ain't playing You know we ride, don't give a f** .45, n***as duck Don't try to hide or you'll get touched 2.7.5 or get clutched So throw them fingers up like what, don't give a f** [Verse 3: Key Nyata] In this dark black world, all my money match my b**hes b**h it's Black Money World if you ain't get my last sentence The story it has been written, ya'll second like Scottie Pippen I'm trying to get cash like the land lord with tenants The world is my sentence I'm living in this prison Trapped inside the world, that don't mind if I'm living Blow herb just to rid it, but I just can't forget it I'm married to the game cause she treat a n***a splendid Lord is my witness, my fam finna' win b**h BRK, and we started, we gon' end it [Verse 4: Yung Simmie] Competition is nothing, I got to get it I'ma win it, jumping in like f** it I'm going swimming My n***as is dressed in linen, and we 'bout it, it ain't no game We swerving, it ain't no lanes I must remain the same Going hard bringing the pain Let me remain dry, as I walk through the rain When the kush hit my brain, bet I'm going insane I told you, fly past your b**h like Goku Smoking blunts, I don't know you You couldn't tell me how to tie my own shoes, make my own rules Look through my microscope in small dues, so get big Man I be focuses, all black low-key loccin' Flow wavy now I feel like I'm surfing Man I go deep, it won't come to the surface Where other n***as getting clowned belong in a circus (bow, 2.7.5)