Lyrics

Jah, heat it up Don't try to play me like no rat, boy 'Cause I ain't no motherfucking rat I still be running with them niggas they get at Why they doing all that acting? Knowing they ain't no motherfucking actor Knew I was cursed when I watched my brother serve the pies I used to wanna be a star, 'til I seen the shit that came with it I been tryna tell them niggas, they ain't get it And they say jit been acting different I don't know why the fame did this I'm just tryna remain humble, I done seen it change niggas You know they'd rather see you stumble You can fall, but don't fumble A lil' stubborn motherfucker, I owe it all to my mama Anything happen, bound to happen, I know it's karma So I ain't tripping on my day bitch, I'm okay, I know what's coming So just tell me what you owe me and remember what you told me I'm a soldier, I'm just waiting on the day I see my trophy And I ain't talking 'bout no Grammy nigga, I'm just bein' honest That shit can't compare to my granny nigga, only one that understand me If I don't show it now you know that I'm grateful for where I'm at Give a fuck 'bout a gold plaque, that shit can't bring my niggas back And I'm just being honest, nigga We still shining nigga, motherfuck them diamonds Shit ain't helping with these problems I got Other day I checked my DM, nigga asked me where my chains at I still got 'em, 'cause I don't wear 'em, what's the problem? I'm a real nigga with 'em, I'm a real nigga without 'em Rather be the one to set the trend, you know the real niggas don't follow Might pull up back to back and pop him Send a nigga to get a plate from his bottle Make sure you get away, hit the interstate Let the fish bait on them choppers, I wasn't this way as a toddler When Auntie Celia was making my bottle, when Uncle Tony was my father Tried not to let a lot of shit bother me Ain't gotta post my every move lil' bitch We cool, they ain't gotta see us Knew the same nigga from the school, that's how I got it Okay I see lil' dude doing what he do but they ain't hot as me When I ain't rapping, I'm in the city tryna get the bills to start anew So just tell me what you owe me and remember what you told me I'm a soldier, I'm just waiting on the day I see my trophy And I ain't talking 'bout no Grammy nigga, I'm just bein' honest That shit can't compare to my granny nigga, only one that understand me If I don't show it now you know that I'm grateful for where I'm at Give a fuck 'bout a gold plaque, that shit can't bring my niggas back And I'm just being honest, nigga We still shining nigga, motherfuck them diamonds Shit ain't helping with these problems I got
Writer(s): Janarious Wheeler, Jarvis Adams Jr., Braylen Rembert, Malik Warren Bynoe Fisher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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