IDB

I done been shot past, nigga (You tellin'
Me, Killa, you a grime machine?)
I just appreciate you so much, y'all

I done been shot past, nigga
Recorded and I'm nearly my bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had M's
How the fuck all the hate come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck Your Friends, Mr. Bust a Bend
Mr. Pour the Trish out, I only want the red

Free my nigga Tez, my uncle Nell

Free my nigga Reek, still ain't never bought a Jeep
Holler if you lost, bitch, I still ain't never left the East
I'm a road runner, seven more hundreds
They say they need raw shit, we got more comin'
I'm the dope man still, blow Perc' and pills
Hard for you to be here, say they caught him on film
I'm a Louis Timb nigga, Saint Michael brim nigga
Ask around, they gon' tell you that we live, nigga
Ask again, they gon' tell you that we kill niggas
Hard for me to feel niggas, I seen statements

Hard for me to chill when I'm used to goin' crazy

I done been shot past, nigga
Recorded and I'm nearly my bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had M's
How the fuck all the hate come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck Your Friends, Mr. Bust a Bend
Mr. Pour the Trish out, I only want the red

They just found a nigga dead, all in the dirt
Every time they diss, we make 'em buy another shirt
I be ballin' on the twelfth same way I do the first, nigga, merch

I'll never vouch for a nigga that I ain't serve with
Ain't the one to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit
I just bought a Cullinan, not to drive, just to swerve it
Next time a nigga shoot at mine, bitch, we purgin'
I know you niggas nervous, my side bitches be curvin'

I'll never vouch for a nigga that I ain't serve with
Ain't the type to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit
I just bought a Cullinan, not to drive, just to swerve it
I know you niggas heard me

I done been shot past, nigga
Recorded and I'm nearly my bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had M's
How the fuck all the hate come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck Your Friends, Mr. Bust a Bend
Mr. Pour the Trish out, I only want the red