Lyrics
Aye
I told you ****
Eric Mode
I'ma take it to them shady days
I'm talkin' black hoodie
That young **** short as fuck but never been pussy
That young vet up in the game but never been a rookie
Was hangin' with **** who was rockin' same colors as tookie
Look, ain't no **** ever shook me or pressed me
And every time it was some beef you know that I addressed it
The same bitches that you hittin' up sayin' they sexy
Them bitches rejectin' you, same hoes used to text me
But I ain't got time for them hoes I'm chicken chasin
Y'all already shoulda known on every beat I'm goin' crazy
Same **** sneak dissin', same **** thats hatin
Same **** wanna verse from young Richy on they baby ****
And I ain't gon' lie, one of the hardest beats I had
One the of beats I had to hop on, one of the beats I had to spazz
4-0 in every session that I had, ****
I swear to God was on my hip or in my bag, ****
Just like I am on this motherfuckin' track, ****
Everything is facts, ****, I don't know how to cap, ****
Even when you see me rockin' fuckin' fitted caps, ****
Playin' with young Rich like I won't push your fitted back, ****
And don't compare me to a rapper known as a rat, ****
I ain't got time and I am not goin' for that, ****
Bar for bar, struggle for struggle, they is not fuckin' with me
The same ones y'all think really hard, they really suck to Richy
I gave it my heart, I gave it my all
When I was down bad, you know I couldn't give em a call
But soon as I got back up, they tried to give me a call
Sayin', can they borrow that? I looked at him like, naw
Where the fuck was y'all at when I was doin' the most
Where the fuck was y'all at when I was sittin' there broke
I'm talkin' stressed out, depressed out, ready straight to crash
Finna really go hard and get on everybody ass, no cap
Outro
Written by: Richard King