Energy

Yea Ima run up them racks Yea I'm all on they ass Gotta run up this bag Yea Umm Old dogs turnt to new foes I done had a few friends turn to enemies Keep it solid nigga ten toes I cud peep niggas fake thru they energy All I wanted was to win I came from the bottom ain't lookin' for sympathy Made my way through the trap now I run it up Made a bag and then I fucked it up Hunnit k just to fuck up them summers Check them stats yea I'm known to do numbers no I ain't no runner To busy grindin' and countin' these comma's So much bread it be jammin' the counter Dirty money had to hit wit da soap Now they give me love like da Pope Finessed out the trap got the game in a choke We can't do dem stars unless they come in a ghosts In the trap I got perfect attendance I can't see another nigga contendin' Good or bad they gon have an opinion Since I'm the topic we gon keep that bitch trendin Ain't Neva gon let up Took too many loses Wins feel like a setup I ain't Superstitious but karma done blessed us They jackin' my style tell em' walk wit a steppa' My foot on they necks Been applyin' mo' pressure Built way to solid ain't no nigga breaking me I done stacked up more cake then a bakery Love da trap swear this shit it was made for me Whippin' that white like I just reversed slavery Hunnit k just for play aunt a thing for me Got some niggas thats willin' to stain for me Right out dem' trenches where niggas move dangerously Neva fear nothin' I'm keepin' that thing on me No need for light cuz these diamonds be dancing Cud look but don't touch boy you don't wanna chance it My hitta' wildout he like nick wit the canon Get left where you stand if you make the wrong move Run up a check wit Dior on my shoes I got me ain't no way I cud lose They counted me out I got nothin' to prove Ain't no mission impossible I'll take my time on this cruise Old dogs turnt to new foes I done seen a few friends turn to enemies Keep it solid nigga ten toes I cud peep niggas fake through they energy All I wanted was to win I came from the bottom ain't lookin' for sympathy Made my way through the trap now I run it up Made a bag and then I fucked it up Hunnit k just to fuck up them summers Check them stats yea I'm known to do numbers no I ain't no runner To busy grindin' and countin' these comma's So much bread it be jammin' the counter Dirty money had to hit wit da soap Now they give me love like da Pope Finessed out the trap got the game in a choke We can't do dem stars unless they come in a ghosts In the trap I got perfect attendance