Sosa
I know respect is earned and not given
More attracted to the non-famous hoes who self-driven
If you ain't snitchin' on man, they spottin' your back with a blue ribbon
Finna pop out a few kids, I can do that 'cause I made millions
I done seen so many rat nigga cribs I promise they not livin
Told my bitch, "Don't talk to your friends about us, you trippin"
If you seen what I made, promise the conversation be different
Took a few Ls in the past, but still puttin' down for a new shipment
I love all my brothers, they my mother's sons
I gave both my artists separate loaded guns
Told 'em protect they name and never tuck they chain
This money, I still might drop 'cause bro never been no stain
I done got too damn big, promise I don't care about fame
I ain't never chased no clout tryin' to slaughter my name
Put in too much work, spent the last four years in a crane
Tryna build a dynasty, solid circle around my gang
I don't think there ain't not a nigga around me ever felt my pain
Drop my tears alone, won't need no shoulder to lean on
Sleep with the same ol' bitch after lit hoes burnin' on these hoes
Try not to judge no man, but I don't get what some of y'all be on
Niggas trippin'
Ain't fallin' out over hoes, too much pimpin' this way
Cops had to lock me up, I have too much fun on the freeway
Bitch said she never got high, made her pop an E pill on her B-day
Know I be lecturin' niggas and they gettin' tired of it, I just want them to be great
Yeah
Put it on God, too much left in my heart, ain't never shared no hate
Listen, if it's beef, let me know, I'll send shooters high and low
Brand new Rolls with no note
Three new hoes, they on go
And they always, yes
Money long as high school hallways, yes
Told my brother, "If you need somethin' from me, don't hesitate, you can call me always"
You appreciate the world more comin' from a small place
Talkin' out your ass leave you left with a sharp face
Up several M's workin' like I'm still in last place
Shit, I might be, but I got the most cake
I remember, I remember my first date
After I had got some fame, lookin' in this bitch face
Thinkin' like, "Do she really like me or she just want the..."
I already know the answer, so I stopped fuckin' on dancers
When I get paid, it's primetime, baby, I'm Deion Sanders
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