[Intro]
Brrah
Ayy, Quando Rondo, n***a
Dubba-AA Flex
Ayy, ayy, I say I'ma keep it real on this one, n***a
Mook on the beats

[Pre-Chorus]
No they don’t love me like how they say the love me, nah
No they don’t love me like how the claim the love me, nah
No they don’t love me like how they say the love me, nah
No they don’t love me like how the claim the love me, nah

[Chorus]
Teardrops rollin' down my right eye, I bang my flag to the left
Fuck the fame behind my name, I know lil' Pappy gon' step
Metro police askin' questions thinking we gon' confess
I did some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret
I’m on they neck aimin' for head so ain’t no sense to wear a Teflon
Brand new Gucci slides from Saks on Fifth, you could get stepped on
Flowers get put on headstones, Quahfee my n***a dead and gone
Powder inside my n***a nose, Jayden think that I'm dead wrong

[Verse]
Befo' the cameras and the fame I used to kick doors
You claimin' you got two to catch up wit' us you need six more
Hangin' out the window with that choppa screamin' 6-0
Six n***as in the rental down to slide, we clutchin' six poles
Befo' the cameras and the fame every night I slept on Buddha couch
Steady prayin' my dreams come true so I could get the fuck out Buddha house
I know my gun I cannot move without
'Cause any minute we can shoot it out
Daddy wasn’t in my life, my momma smokin' dope by Rufus' house
Wrote my first rap locked in that juvenile, all I needed was a chance
Nobody showed no love to me when all I needed was a hand
They took my n***a Quahfee from me and all I needed was my mans
Down on my dick, started hittin' licks 'cause all I needed was some bands
They claimin' loyalty is priceless, I feel I'm payin' for love
This for my n***as up in heaven, I shoot a flame up above
This for my n***as in them jail cells, I'ma bang for my thugs
This for them pussy motherfuckers steady showin' fake love
I'm in the valley of death, conversatin' wit' the under gods
Screamin' out Never Broke Again while clutchin' my rod
I know them pussy n***as hatin' 'cause I beat all the odds
I had to separate the real from fake, the pros and the cons
This for them streets (Yeah, them real n***as)
This for them Gs (And them Crip n***as)
This for them 'jects (Them H-Vill n***as)
And for the check (They gon' deal witcha)
That's a bet (We empty clips, n***a)
I swear to god that this the life a n***a live, n***a (Ayy)
Shots fired off from the Beretta
I got a house in Marietta
See, I ain't 'bout to do no talkin'
See, I don't wanna hear no lecture
I'm yellin' out, "We 'bout whatever"
You might as well take your last breath
Shots fired off, he on the stretcher (Rrah)
[Break]
Ayy, check this out though
I made this song specifically for a fuck ass n***a, my n***a
I just want that pussy ass n***a to know this NH business, my n***a
And guess what though, I'ma buy your son a present too, bitch ass n***a

[Chorus]
Tear drops rollin' down my right eye, I bang my flag to the left
Fuck the fame behind my name, I know lil' Pappy gon' step
Metro police askin' questions thinking we gon' confess
I did some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret
I’m on they neck aimin' for head so ain't no sense to wear a Teflon
Brand new Gucci slides from Saks on Fifth, you could get stepped on
Flowers get put on headstones, Quahfee my n***a dead and gone
Powder inside my n***a nose, Jayden think that I'm dead wrong

[Outro]
How the fuck you gon' beef and you broke n***a?
This Is The Sound
Answer that
Shouldn’t have spared that pussy ass n***a mama in the store that day
Straight up