Joey Fatts - Whats the Point lyrics

{Intro} This is Jap P Bangz {Chorus: Blxst} Yeah, all my life, makin' them bad decisions (Sheesh) I'm just tryna make it from rags to riches But ni**as really turnin' they backs against us What's the point if it ain't a bag to split it with my ni**as What's the point if I can't go half, uh, with my ni**as What's the point if all this fake love {Post-Chorus: Joey Fatts} If your ni**as ain't no loyal then what's the point Man, these b*tches don't love you, they love the coins I just play my position, I'm sittin' back lookin' poised {Verse 1: Joey Fatts} Nothin' like Wiz Khalifa but knowin' that We Dem Boyz I'm knowin' that we them boys, just can't be a statistic They build us up to destroy, everyday is war time We hit the block then deploy when it's time to mount up Make believers out the ones who doubt us All this gun powder, givin' lead showers Thirsty for a body, ni**as use to slide for hours Get killed for fifty cent, trippin' on that power Joey Montana, I'm feelin' like the world is ours When the spot jumpin', guarantee I'm takin' all fades When the cops come and cheech it I ain't worried 'bout a raid Give a fu*k about tomorrow, I'm livin' for today Out here servin' this Ye, let's make a way {Chorus: Blxst} Yeah, all my life, makin' them bad decisions (Sheesh) I'm just tryna make it from rags to riches But ni**as really turnin' they backs against us What's the point if it ain't a bag to split it with my ni**as What's the point if I can't go half, uh, with my ni**as What's the point if all this fake love {Post-Chorus: Joey Fatts} If your ni**as ain't no loyal then what's the point Man, these b*tches don't love you, they love the coins I just play my position, I'm sittin' back lookin' poised {Verse 2: Joey Fatts} Never got sh*t for Christmas But stay playin' with toys, we stay playin' with toys These ni**as, they on mute, they ain't makin' no noise I smash off in the coupe, it ain't makin' no noise Flexin' on these ni**as like I'm playin' with Roy b*tch, I been gettin' money, stop playin' with the boy This sh*t everyday, life so good have you thinkin' And makin' Heaven weigh Your ni**a cross you and ain't hesitate And they wonder why the hood is hella segregated Don't need your love, that sh*t is hella overrated Give me your loyalty That's how I know you never changin' And you can use me for a demonstration One of the few real ni**as out of the city that made it {Chorus: Blxst} Yeah, all my life, makin' them bad decisions (Sheesh) I'm just tryna make it from rags to riches But ni**as really turnin' they backs against us What's the point if it ain't a bag to split it with my ni**as What's the point if I can't go half, uh, with my ni**as What's the point if all this fake love