PIANO (feat. Lay Bankz)

(Ooh-oh) Oh-ooh, ooh-oh (Damn Bankz, how you make beats like that?) MC, make another hit (Mic check; one, two) (Project-project X-X-X) Since a youngin', I get to the chicken Fuck all the heroes, I want be a villain Wait, 'member days I was broke, wishin' Look at me now, it's stacked to the ceilin' Brodie just told me to chill 'cause I'm gifted Walk in the party, I came with my smith and- Bro came too, got Glocks with switches Fa-fa, get hit in your mitten Wait, wait, niggas don't know me Wait, wait, bro slide in that stoley Most of these niggas be cap rappin', I don't know these niggas, lil' bro is not Brodie I was 19 when I copped that Rollie, I hold it up like that shit was a trophy Nigga, I really had put in that pain, I was down bad in this shit, lonely Lot of you niggas don't know what I been through If he play with that money, we spin through Call Rel 'cause I know he 'gon spin too We put a hole in his head like he Hindu Said he fuckin' with me, know he lyin' I roll a wood in this bitch, got me flyin' Cut her off, now that lil' bitch cryin' She on page, stalkin', spyin' I need you (you know it, yeah, you know it, you know it, yeah, you know) What we gonna do when our love ain't the same? But I can't be replaced, no I want you to stay, no, I want you I need you (you know it, yeah, you know it, you know it, yeah, you know) What we gonna do when our love ain't the same? But I can't be replaced, no, I want you to stay, no, I want you Wait, these niggas they rats, these bitches they fold I keep me a rack, I stay on my toes I could never lack, I'm tryna get old Bro that's with me, he tryna get souls Momma, I'm sorry for what I had did I'm tryna get big and buy you a Rolls For all them times we had to hit that flea market, to grab some clothes Wait, I'm broke on bro, I'ma blow it I'm that nigga lil' bitch and you know it I get to the bands and I make sure I show it For the days we was down, we was always icing She wanna fuck, I left it on open Sorry baby, the money too potent I walk with a 40, lil' nigga I'm totin' What he say? Tryna leave that boy floatin' I'm in the shark, I'm tryna skirt off She on my dick, takin' my shirt off Throw it in park, I cannot turn off Uh-huh, I'm gettin' my smurk off They threw dirt on my name, took that dirt off Shawty came to the crib, got gawk off Why she move like a fan? Turn off I'm in the party, I'm geekin' off Smirnoff I can't lie, I know that you been cravin' Runnin' that check-up, before I get demons Said I'm ready, so you think I'm cheatin' Breakin' my heart, oh my god, can't believe it You keep callin' my phone, yeah, you tweakin' We done shit, see the party we leaving Said don't leave, but you givin' me reasons I'ma get to a bag, I don't need this You need me and you know it You break my heart, but I don't show it Gave you my heart, but you ain't hold it So now I'm leaving and I'm growin'