Pump 93

[Intro]

Ayy, yeah yeah

Ooh, ayy

[Chorus]

Nigga, I'm the one in fact, I put my town on my back

They'd rather see me broke but I'm thumbin' through a sack

They never show me love, I don't know how to react

So I always gotta keep my eyes open for the rats

I came up from the bottom, I ain't even gotta lie

I scream, fuck a job, I don't do no suit and ties

I'm always with the guys, rollin' dope, gettin' high

If a nigga think I'm lackin' then he's in for a surprise

Smokin' Pump 93, that's that fire flame

Shawty say she fuckin' with me, I don't know her name

Niggas beefin' over bitches, they some fuckin' lames

Shawty wanna take a picture wearin' all my chains

[Verse]

In Morgantown, hit the club, blowin' hella dubs

And I'ma turn his girl down if she ain't tryna fuck

And niggas hate but when they see me tryna dap me up

I got my brothers with me, they be on that savage stuff

Two pills in the hills with a foreign jawn

Shawty say she really love me but I know she don't

Countin' money, layin' low, the type of shit I'm on

She like the way I freak a beat and how I make a song

And I'ma always be that nigga, they don't understand it

Crash Bandicoot in the whip, I'm a bandit

Fuck her good, before she go she make me a sandwich

She call my phone like beat it up, I come and do the damage

Niggas talkin' like they know me, they don't really know me

I be ballin' left hand up, I hit the Ginobili

Twenty-four step back, they thought I was Kobe

I'm to myself, I can't trust you, you is not my homie

And every time I wake up I see some fuck shit

Check my phone, roll my dope, start the function

Nowadays everybody so reluctant

I can't blame you, got no time for that fuck shit

'Cause I remember back then, mobbin' on the low

We still hustle, we still grind, I ain't never goin' broke

I got people talkin' down on me like I wouldn't know

I confront them every time and they mad 'cause they get exposed

Boy you know we got it goin' on, my niggas gotta eat

I'll be damned if I'ma starve so we can take it to the streets

Niggas foldin' under pressure, swear these rap niggas weak

I ain't changin' for nobody, when you switch you get deceased

And I ain't gotta flex, I got money in the stash

You say she hard to break, bro, I already smashed

2017, I need a Rari, do the dash

The real gon' survive and the fake will never last

I pull up in that coupe, I'ma flex with your ho

I swear I'll never fold, on my brothers that's a no

We smoke it by the O, get the package for the low

Westwood with the flow, countin' up my C notes

[Chorus]

Nigga, I'm the one in fact, I put my town on my back

They'd rather see me broke but I'm thumbin' through a sack

They never show me love, I don't know how to react

So I always gotta keep my eyes open for the rats

I came up from the bottom, I ain't even gotta lie

I scream, "Fuck a job," I don't do no suit and ties

I'm always with the guys, rollin' dope, gettin' high

If a nigga think I'm lackin' then he's in for a surprise

Smokin' Pump 93, that's that fire flame

Shawty say she fuckin' with me, I don't know her name

Niggas beefin' over bitches, they some fuckin' lames

Shawty wanna take a picture wearin' all my chains

[Outro]

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