歌词
作词 : Demario DeWayne White, Jr./Christopher Pearson/Thomas Walker/Nicolas Berlinger
作曲 : Demario DeWayne White, Jr./Christopher Pearson/Thomas Walker/Nicolas Berlinger
[Intro]
(Turn me up YC)
(SkyDiddy)
Lookin' at Bagg, think he puttin' on
He really ain't that hard, I just like a couple songs
He only make music if it's a social media trend
Heard they ain't did shit to the niggas 'posed to kill his friends
He rich enough to drop a bag, why they ain't up the score?
That nigga ain't livin' gangster, he just rappin' CB4
You see he left his baby mama for that IG ho
Is all that true? (Somebody told me that shit, I don't know)
Stop goin' off what they say, nigga
[Chorus]
They talk about you when you got a name (That's the game)
Soon as you get some money, they gon' say you changed (For some fame)
At first we was locked in, then we grew apart (Went our separate ways)
Killed my lil' dawg, and that shit broke my heart (Life ain't been the same)
Stand on my ten everywhere I go ('Where I go)
Today might be that day, nigga, you never know (Never know)
Went around the world and put on for my 'hood (Walker Home)
Once I get my word, then it's overstood
[Verse 1]
Hard to stay focus at the same time handle this smoke (Balance)
Can't get tricked out this shit, some years ago, I was just poor
You ain' t even know, I was on go
Could've lost it all, never lost hope
Lately, I get fresh, I don't even post
I'm a beast, but, they callin' me a GOAT (Bagg)
**** 'round get yo' feelings hurt, stick yo' nose in my business (Nigga)
How you mad 'bout my decision, I don't need no supervision (At all)
You can't name no nigga done done this shit like I done did it (I'll wait)
Jumped in the game with no feelings, still ain't got love for niggas
I'm loaded, one-point-five, count through it sittin' on the floor (Right now, right now)
Just added on some more, for sure
I was stackin' up, went ghost
Eight-figure nigga, now, I used to have insufficient funds
I'm smokin' Gumbo with this bitch, this shit killin' her lungs
Don't want no handshake that's fake, I better not hug a nigga
You could be doin' everything right, they still gon' judge a nigga (**** 'em)
Gon' keep a gun on me for life, I ain't tryna wrestle with ya (Period)
Know I'm ****ed up, you see a cup everytime I take a picture (Serious)
That drink on me bad (Wok')
'Member they put me last (Dumbass)
Niggas snakin', so, three times a week, I cut my grass (Low)
Just case it get ugly (What?), you gotta keep a stash (How much?)
It ain't shit to post no money, there go hundred cash (Catch up)
Sendin' messages through my nigga, she miss me real bad (Haha)
Misery, love company, she callin' from my past (Hello?)
Try to reach out to me (Huh-uh)
Bitch, you gotta book me (Rockstar)
Two, three million just in jewelry, you can't overlook me
Even if you tired (Ayy)
They talk about you when you got a name (That's the game)
Soon as you get some money, they gon' say you changed (For some fame)
At first we was locked in, then we grew apart (Went our separate ways)
Killed my lil' dawg, and that shit broke my heart (Life ain't been the same)
Stand on my ten everywhere I go ('Where I go)
Today might be that day, nigga, you never know (Never know)
Went around the world and put on for my 'hood (Walker Home)
Once I get my word, then it's overstood
[Verse 2]
Renamed and orchestrated the brand, they tried to infiltrate
You might be Bread Gang, but you ain't Loaf Boys
If all else fails, I still got re-up money in the floorboards
Spent yours impressin' hoes, now, you ain't got shit to show for it
(Makin' no noise)
I'm knowin' you niggas don't **** with me, I don't **** with you neither (Likewise)
I don't ow you niggas nothin', I met you through my people (My niggas)
Ice on me like glaciers, light up like a strip in Vegas
VVS hit like lasers, I got commas, punctuation (Pages)
Pockets fat, my dreads nappy
On the four, I'm real cranky
Over here, who said I can't be?
Truth be told, you niggas pranky
Better not leave yo' car runnin', they boppin' in the city (Memphis)
Pop my shit, I'm givin' it (Gave it)
Twist yo' block, we spinnin' (Sprayed it)
Go, to much tension in the street, that's why these bodies pilin' (Up)
All black the blackout, got three-hundred cars, a moment of silence (Shh)
You probably heard that money changed him, he just make it look good
You probably heard that he a ho and can't go back to his 'hood (Never)
Meanwhile, I'm pourin' fours up (Daily)
They gon' talk about you wether you doin' good or bad (Whatever)
I rather pull off in a foreign and leave 'em in the past (Skrrt)
Y'all know my heart, if I **** with you, I give you my last