Hurtin

Cook that s**t up Quay

What's the chances that you'd make it from the bottom

Let's go

Gotta beat the odds

I'm tryna blend in

Blend

Hit that boy so many times he made CNN

Fear of God pants

I don't fear men

Pull up in an old-school

The fifty in the rear end big dawg

Takin' chances gettin' packs and tryna get 'em back

I watched the law take my bro

I'm tryna get him back

I pray to God that I don't have to get nobody whacked

Ain't gettin' into that

I try to tell 'em facts

What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'

Huh

And you really come from sleepin' out the projects

What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'

Huh

And your two main men catch a body

I got it the worstest I ain't have to rehearse this

Made me who I am I'm gettin' bands I'm breakin' curses

Trap spot do six figures still got sheets f**k curtains

Excuse me as I go off

Have flashbacks in my verses I'm tellin' you

I done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'em

Beefin' with my partners

Do a n***a like I never knew him

F**ked around and seen her with a n***a

I woulda never knew it

Always talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do

But I don't ever do it yeah

Beefin' with myself

Keep on wanting syrup but knowin' it don't help

It don't

It's like I got money to please everybody else

They act like they with you but I'm knowin' they don't care

They in it for self

Yeah

I got it for sale if it's rollin'

Rollin'

I got out of jail and I showed 'em

Showed 'em

Couple b***hes know they wish they would've held it down

It feel like they build me up try to tear me down

What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'

Huh

And you really come from sleepin' out the projects

What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'

Huh

And your two main men catch a body

I gotta stay solid

I grew up 'round d**e boys

I don't need no stylist

I got grown man money

Can't be actin' childish

No childish

I been through too much s**t barely even smile

Huh

Sippin' on this bale

I wish bro was with me now

Now

It was time that we'll go broke

We'll pick a play and take 'em down

Kick me when I'm down when I get up

I'll prolly s**t on you

I can't even lie I'll prolly see 'em

I just spit on them

These pieces I got lit on me this piece I got gon' hit on men

I ain't ever did no fraud but I'm known for pullin' cards

Ask about me in my neighborhood

I'm known for goin' hard

I've been bustin' on that glizzy

Ever since I had got robbed

Bah-bah bah-bah

I done really beat the odds

What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'

Huh

And you really come from sleepin' out the projects

What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'

Huh

And your two main men catch a body

What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'

Huh

And you really come from sleepin' out the projects

What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'

Huh

And your two main men catch a body

I got it the worstest