What Can I Say?

What can I say?

They hate but they smile in my face

8 mill on the gram, she's got fans

She’s with me got a live in the A

You like your ones no decorum

I like my ones pretty and paid

I didn’t get this shit from a hand out

I had shit planned out

Worked like a slave

I’m with her and her friends getting lit

I can't post that shit on my mains

Try slowly turn off the headlights

And jump out, put him to shame

ABut it's not fate when they leave us alone

Anything fatal we get the blame

Anything opp get k

Anything opp get k

The bussdown make me look rich

But I’m in love with the plain

I ain’t spoke to my bro in long but he knows that the love’s the same

I got one from the 9 like Wayne and one from the 6 like Drake

Life's kind of changed I got rich **** problems

Love start turning to hate

They wanna know how much money I make

They wanna know if young and I’m paid

They wanna know if I sponsored the block

They wanna know what I done on the mains

I got a cutie that’s peng like Ashley

I want a north it’s coz of the fame

She told me that my ting’s different

I wanna know if it’s coz of the chains

What can I say?

They hate but they smile in my face

8 mill on the gram, she got fans

She’s with me got her live in the A

You like your ones no decorum

I like my ones pretty and paid

I didn’t get this shit from a hand out

I had shit planned out

Worked like a slave

At 19 made me a 50

It gave me some leverage

It ain’t much but I pat myself on the back

I was straight out the trenches

Come round there with your chains on

My young bulls tek that in seconds

It’s like ever since I got to the bag

They feel like I lost the aggression

These LV's cost me a racker

Jacket cost me a QP

The shit that I seen on the streets is the shit that they see in the movies

I should be on a property hunt, but I'm out tryna cop me a new piece

And I gotta protect myself, coz feds wanna lock me and opps wanna do me

Don't play with it

We came with it

You don’t want this life, I’m made for it

Bros on form like Saka

He’s really tryna hit man’s brains with it

Sleep with it

Bathe with it

I don't trust no one, it's bookey

I feel like everyone’s faking it

I see it, I want it, I pay for it

What can I say?

They hate but they smile in my face

8 mill on the gram, she got fans

She’s with me got a live in the A

You like your ones no decorum

I like my ones pretty and paid

I didn’t get this shit from a hand out

I had shit planned out

Worked like a slave