Understood

I see through the fake shit nigga, I see through facades I see that I'm on the come-up And they want a piece of the motherfuckin' guy, huh I peep, that these bitches trifey And they wanna trick me with they fucking lies You better stay to yourself (It is beyond) and you never show them all your cards, huh Breaking down weed like a sport It's putting the red in my eyes Pushing this motherfucker forward, bitch I'm in your hood I came with a motherfuckin' .9 Leave me out the picture all you motherfuckin' want I love it when they count me out When they see me I know that they shout It's my time, niggas start to pout Story time, children gather round Once upon a time I was on my grind But a pretty bitch a nigga found She fucked up his life, she fucked up his money And she even fucked up the sound He got into codeine and other things That's the only shit that kept him sound But he made it out he not a clown If my money right, then I can't frown Lately life been too good I can be the man in two hoods All them tribulations, understood This ain't Freemasons, ain't no hoods on But I fuck with Maison understood Yes, I'm underrated understood I been on the pace to something good Heard y'all fuck niggas have been in a drought And I'm here to come in with the floods If a fuck nigga start to run his mouth We gon' see a whole lotta blood If it get to it then I'm wildin' out We use guns, ain't no running ones That's for fun nigga, I ain't one to play with I ain't one to get to starting some Breaking down weed like a sport It's putting the red in my eyes Pushing this motherfucker forward, bitch I'm in your hood I came with a motherfuckin' .9 Leave me out the picture all you motherfuckin' want I love it when they count me out When they see me, I know that they shout It's my time, niggas start to pout Story time, children gather round Once upon a time, I was on my grind But a pretty bitch a nigga found She fucked up his life, she fucked up his money And she even fucked up the sound He got into codeine and other things That's the only shit that kept him sound But he made it out he not a clown I see through the fake shit nigga, I see through facades I see, that I'm on the come-up And they want a piece of the motherfuckin' guy, huh I peep, that these bitches trifey And they wanna trick me with they fucking lies You better stay to yourself, and you never show them all your cards