They See

They just see how I'm livin'

They don't really know how I be feelin', nah

They just see how I'm livin'

They don't know how I be feelin'

K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some foamposite

Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs, from the projects

Late night schemin', tryna make a profit

I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet

K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some foamposite

Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs, from the projects

Late night schemin', tryna make a profit

I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet

I gotta go hard on these instruments, just to get these Benjamin's

Leaky next door to my cell, we was talkin' through a vent

He told it's F&F, so it ain't no new friends

Once I make it to the top, mama gon' get that new Benz

These **** be bitch made, I guess that shit a new trend

Me and you are not the same, so quit that comparison

He livin' a fairy tale, like them Odd Parents

Free my **** NaNa, he was trappin' out that heritage

I put money over bitches 'cause they always gon' kiss and tell

Feelin' just like Lucci, all them haters they gon' wish me well

I'ma try my luck and throw a penny in the wishin' well

Paper chasin', did my calculation on a digi scale

Looked my auntie in her eyes, I told her I will never fail

Looked my brother in his eyes, I told him I won't never tell

Free my **** Juan and Icy, I know they forever real

Gotta stay solid, it's from the projects to that jail cell

K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some foamposite

Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs from the projects

Late night schemin', tryna make a profit

I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet

K-Swiss on my feet and I just wanted some foamposite

Dreamin' 'bout them suburbs from the projects

Late night schemin', tryna make a profit

I know they gon' hate when that black card get in my wallet

How the fuck you changed on me, you changed homie

You was in it for the fame homie, the fame only

I was locked up in them chains on me, you switched lanes on me

Now my body filled with pain on me

How the fuck you changed on me? you changed homie

You was in it for the fame homie, the fame only

I was locked up in them chains on me, you switched lanes on me

Now my body filled with pain on me

How the fuck you changed dog?

Look what the fuck a **** came from

I stuffed that dirty curry in my bank vault

You told me if I keep it G that you gon' keep it gangster

Everyday I'm scrapped down, Walker Texas Ranger

These **** fake, I thought that we was A-1

Smile in your face, but that ain't really your day one

Hoodie on, head down, I'm feelin' just like Trayvon

Magazine that's in my clip, no Avon

I just wanna a mil in my face

Hope I get a record deal off this tape

You changed on me

Quando Rondo ****