Lor Scoota - Intro (SITT3) lyrics

[Intro] Lor scoota man (Up Next) Introduction to the motherf**ing world man (YBS the campaign) I want y'all know im in the for the long run (Up next, I stamp) I ain't like these young n***as man, i ain't tryna hit the stash I'm tryna eat forever (Know The Boy) [Hook] 2x Making money Smoking skunky f**in' n***as b**hes The Hood love me f** a label I put on for the trenches Im living better than i was but im still ina trenches Still getting love from the all thugs shoutout to my n***as [Verse 1] Right back to the sh** that got a n***a here I ain't neva gonna quit, n***a this my year Thought i was gonna flop, not this year Got sh** that a lot of real n***as need to hear I done learned so much over this past year I done been through so much that I dont even care Use to eat cold cuts, now 5 star meals Use to steal from my mother now I help with the bills And I'm still ina field, still getta n***a k**ed If she ain't my b**h, I dont care how she feel Im getting rich, you ain't going to never know it feels I be taking them trips and I ain't got no deal I don't look up to no rapper I only salute the real I don't call myself a rapper I call it how i see it How you call yourself a trapper selling weed for ya mans How you let a n***a trick you out ya last 5 bands These n***as just stupid, they ain't got lead, and if you wanna get mad you can feel this lead Ima rock one of yall b**h n***as to bed Im rockin the 40 like its part of my fit, tucked in the louie its right on my hip Im going through it, i been through some sh** When i get mad, the sh** i regret, please dont make me made ima regret ya d**h Buy me a pound, break it all down. smoke me an ounce Im selling the rest You bought a pound after a pound, smoked it all now you ain't got sh** left You tried to blame me and my n***as, said that we used you for money you stupid b**h You know thats a lie, YBS we the sh** Im on my, sh** im getting rich Ima go getta, money i go get it Make enough me and my n***as goin split it Me and lor ron use to sit in the kitchen, talking about how we gonna sh** on n***as, thinking about how we can get richer Only right you eat who you starved with n***a At night i just sit back going through pictures, couple n***as b**hed up, i done lost a few n***as, i ain't never switch up, kept it real with you n***as, came ina game mr underdawg n***a, now im up next i ain't under you n***as, count checks dot com and im logged on n***a still plugged in i know whats going on Streets raised me i was born ina trenches, i believe in allah i dont fear no n***a [Hook 2] Believe in gettin money Smoke skunky f** b**hes Hood love me Through all the hate and rumors, ima hunnit Guns in ya video ain't bust nothing [Verse 2] Got the 40 on me in most my pictures I ain't gotta show it, just know I got it with me Try run up, you get hit with the blicky Free lor Fred, he gonna k** ah n***a with me Lor Cholly was there when i left a n***a [ ? ] He threathen my life so i get em before he get me Any n***a can get it, I ain't never been picky Got goons ina cut, barely ever see them with me The n***as thats with me, when i go they goin with me Put the team on my back, put the trenches ina frenzy All the b**hes know that, YBS we them n***as A n***a say different he a hating a** n***a, f** em I ain't worried about no hating a** n***a Talk about me, have a conversation, broke boy i dont wanna have a conversation n***a, hoe n***a you can talk to this big four nickel I dont talk to ya hoe i just give her this pickel 22 years old sh**ting on old n***as Had the chance make out the trenches but you didn't Now they mad cause im the leader of the trenches I ain't going no where, I just started this n***a Fans love me cause im still in the trenches They know im way different from these rappin a** n***as You a rapping a**, rattin a**, rappin a** n***a I dont want no song, can't shake hands with you, won't get on my songs, under my fans n***a, I'm hands on like a iPad n***a Scoota Up next, Just call me up next I just want my respect, I dont do it for the checks I could of stayed in the trap, in my room writing raps I done came to far ain't no going back