Lyricist : Fivio Foreign/Cristian Dejesus Tejada

Composer : Fivio Foreign/Cristian Dejesus Tejada

[Fivio Foreign:]

Yeah

If everybody demons, I'ma call this Hell

How I get rich off of a skill that I taught myself?

I remember when I couldn't even afford this belt

I ain't had the best drip, but I wore it well

Yeah, I brought that pain with me

I'd rather sleep alone than have the wrong b***h layin' with me

Different walks of life, but niggas is from the same city

I take him out the game for good, that n***a keep on playin' with me

I been through all type of s**t

Fake friends, new opps, the wrong type of b***h

Goin' live, ShadeRoom, I lost likes and s**t

I got famous, friends died, I lost life to this

And everybody actin' funny

Always get mad when I tell 'em that they actin' funny

And they gon' hate me with their soul, but they gon' ask for money

And when I tell 'em niggas "No," they say I'm actin' funny

Like I don't know the real truth

Like I don't know the s**t that I survived would've killed you

I got rich, but when I was broke, I was on them pills too

To walk a mile in my feet, you had to steal shoes

We got the same twenty-four hours, n***a

Why what's mine gotta be ours, nigga?

Talkin' 'bout niggas need help, nigga, I was "niggas"

But I rose out of the dirt, give me my flowers, n***a

I see you hatin', nigga, just admit it

How you playin' victim to a crime that you committed?

How you mad about a life that you ain't livin'?

And how you tell me how to spend a bag that you ain't gettin'?

Even my family couldn't stand me

I feel like only Instagram understand me

They kill me in they raps, but I don't believe the cap

'Cause every time I'm out, I'm never hidin' where I'm at

And they be talkin' crazy every day behind my back

But every time I see 'em, niggas always give me dap

Can I live? All that stupid s**t I did

I iced out the gang before I iced out my kids

I packed out a show before I packed out my fridge

And they sayin' they need more, that's some disrespectful s**t

Like, bitch, I pay the rent, how you put my bags out and shit?

I brought you back in my life, how you want me back out the crib?

I'm tryna be a good nigga, why you wanna spazz out and glitch?

Actin' like it's nothin', I don't just pass out this gift

Damn, this what I waited for? Uh

To get money and get hated more?

Everybody I thought loved me, is wagin' war

If I knew this what it was, I'da been stayin' poor

If I knew this what it was, I'da been stayin' poor

[Meek Mill:]

If I knew this what it was, I'da been sayin' more

If I thought it was a game, I would've been playin' more

I'm really hot 'cause I grew up without the fan on

I'm really 'bout to pull my Glock out on the landlord

I'm really like that, tell my momma we ain't stayin' poor

I feel like the G.O.A.T. every single time I cut that Lamb' on

Hermès on my dresser, she was present on my standoff

My granny house in [?] and love to wrap my ass up

You shittin' me? I was too broke, I took that cash off

Started sellin' work, you hit this shit, you probably blast off

Auntie, she got seven homies, three, and I still passed off

Knowin' she won't pay me, but I'm knowin' I'm a rap star

Switchin' on the block, got niggas runnin' like they track stars

You spin too many times, we drip your whip up like it's Nascar

Ff-ff-ff, shoot your s**t up on the dashboard

My youngin' tryna crash it, he can't wait to go on this crash course

Ff-ff-ff, shoot your s**t up on the dashboard

My youngin' tryna crash it, he can't wait to go on this crash course

[Fivio Foreign:]

Huh, Fivio Foreign, Meek Mills, n***a

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Moral of the story though

I got no sympathy for you bitch-ass niggas

Yeah

Oh, yeah, when you, you niggas pick a side too

Hah

You bitch-ass niggas

And when you pick a side, stay there, n***a

You know what time I'm on, you know my side, n***a