[Intro]
Ayy
I'm truer than most, I stand on it
Truer than most, yuh
Ayy
Uh, ayy
[Verse 1]
I'm truer than most, I stand on it
I never did too much
I done felt my life increasing, pour more lean to pick me up, yuh
[?] without the E, I'm sliming 'em
Seen niggas hating, get out my face they teething, palms tryna dap me up, nigga
I give a fuck about a regular ho
I give a fuck about a rapper' opinion
I got a Sprite fill of [?], this bitch look like a minion
I don't thank nobody but God and my OGs and me
This nigga'll ? talk you to death, gang stories weak
(We can't go back, it's pain gang, [?] 50 state at the same thing)
I seen niggas turn they life up tryna leech up off my name
Kept my distance, I'm in tune, but a lil' twisted
My safe gettin' overcrowdеd, I buy another one and stack digits
Ain't know the businеss
Too much talking'll show your hand a lil' too much
Sometimes, it's better to leave some things unsaid
Nah, for real
Niggas [?] talk less
[Verse 2]
Feet to the floor, price rising, get with me, ayy
Trap beating paper ugly, but my bitch pretty
[?] brought it down with me
It's a button in that Jeep, but I got aim, shoots in me
Nigga, fuck a detox, I just need more wock
Drink water and lean, but I don't drink clean [?]
[?] wipe a nigga nose, folks and them top opps
I got paintings on the wall, Bitcoin, and za, ayy
Niggas get up with me, he mad his bitch wanna hump me
I got a honeybun in the snack bag, sweet lovin'
Ain't nobody came to see you, [?]
I got shoppers in and out, it's top product for the customers
Push weight and I ain't seen the gym, flex the biceps
Diamonds G colored, bitch staring, get ya eye rest
50 state, her face card swipe like a Amex
Seven six deuce, four attachments, bitch, no apex
Niggas talk for no reason, say more, and I'll say less
Mixing lean up in different pots, tryna taste test
I ain't with the fake friends, truthfully, I hate niggas
Broke bitch show me a lose thousand, I'll pay niggas
Smart bitch get money, [style] OD
I told her I been on the trail, she gotta know me
Niggas take swag around with 'em, this ain't no sublease
My circle full of dogshit, we boost economies
His bitch left with me, he caught 12 kidnapping
I heard your bruddanem got smoked, I don't know what happened
These niggas slow, I ain't even sprintin', boy, I been lapped 'em
I stroke then I strike twice for the care package