Credits
Lyrics
Its just me in the end
So while I'm here gotta get to them dead presidents
I cannot fuck with these fake ass boys so its no new friends
All these **** be some snakes so I had to put this shit to a end
Bro got him a Glock 19, 30 round mag extended
Bitch I'm flexed up left and the right wrist got gems
On my right arm, got FTF tatted on it cause these boys pretend
**** don't fuck with me, better stand on it I ain't making no amends
And I ain't following no trends, bitch
I'm tryna get rich and go cop me a black 'Benz
I'm tryna get rich and cop my bros them pendants (fuck the fake)
I ain't fuck with school at all, but I still attended (fuck the fake)
I don't need nobody cause I was raised independent (fuck the fake)
Ima talk my shit till I die cause of them amendments
Bad bitch text me "Period" but she ain't ending a sentence
Me and my brother we started this, but we damn sure ain't finished
I don't even know you don't call yo' brother
Hell nah we ain't kin, bitch
Bitch I came so far but its still only the beginning
My **** we winning
All my **** winning yea we ain't taking no L's
My **** we winning
My **** we winning
I know she tryna fuck, she hinting
I get that money then I start grinning
Yea we hit that boy block up, and we spin it
Tryna have my diamonds way too wet where them bitches swimming
Yea **** they not really real
So I just dismiss 'em
Talking in the mic, speaking my mind tryna make a living
Damn I lost that hoe but I really ain't trippin'
Got these racks up to my ear I ain't hearin'
Its just me in the end
So while I'm here gotta get to them dead presidents
I cannot fuck with these fake ass boys so its no new friends
All these **** be some snakes so I had to put this shit to a end
Bro got him a Glock 19, 30 round mag extended
Bitch I'm flexed up left and the right wrist got gems
On my right arm, got FTF tatted on it cause these boys pretend
**** don't fuck with me, better stand on it I ain't making no amends
And I ain't following no trends, bitch
