(Got it on smash)
My mom call me crying
Say she barely know me no more and I tell her I'm sorry
I'm addicted to working, I'm prolly recording
Or bussin' a move when you call me
I gotta do better but I got so many people and they all leaning on me, aye
Wait 'til you shotty, and sweat with your army and everybody on the chart
Did a song with Lil Baby, I went to the hood
Shot the video right in the trenches
Had a Glock on my hip, like I missed my due date
You know I gotta keep an extension
It's QC for life, but until I get right
I'm just grinding and keeping my distance
So much food on the table but won't grab a plate
Until I do my thing in the kitchen (uh)
If I hit yo' bitch from the back then that's a collision
Hit and run, I take off then I go missin'
I'ma OG like Parker, first one seen the vision
When you young from Miami, you scammin' or pimpin
And my rims is all set, Forgiato's we tippin'
Me and Yachty don't really talk much 'cause we different
But for you, I pull that pistol out in a second
Keep the .9 just like Marla, you might end up missing (missing)
Might end up missing, I bought my bitch a Chloe bag and some Christians
Hope she never catch me cheating like Tristan
Gotta stay strapped like it's cook it or tick
That bitch ass fake, but it look realistic
I don't take meds no more, bitch, I'm holistic
I drop my gun on a rapper, artistic
I got that money, it's dumb, it's autistic
Gotta put people on, gotta keep flippin'
Really to me, that's the only statistic that you should care about
Empire building and you cannot tear it down
If you got problems then we find your whereabouts
Like we hot boxing you know we gon' air it out (yeah)
Like we hot boxing you know we gon' air it out (pew), air it out (pew), yeah
Used to love me, but you judge me like Aaron now (that's deep)
You used to listen but you 'bout to hear it now (wow)
You won't even hear me out, that fuck shit get cancelled out
We was both on the road to the money
You mad at me 'cause I took better routes
Shout out to P, feel like I won a Grammy the night that you gave me my chain
We got a lot in common 'cause we both know what it's like being betrayed
I see that shit that you goin' through, sometimes it make me afraid of the fame
But it's the life that I chose so there's really no one but myself I could blame
Before the deal I had 3400 dollars to my name (Me)
Gave you a place you could sleep
Gave you clothes you could wear and put food on your plate (you)
When you was fightin' the charge,
Who was the one that made sure your lawyer was paid? (Me)
Now you're writing statements 'bout me
I swear to God, I think about that shit everyday (you)
Who was the person you called when you got into beef and you needed it handled? (Me)
Who used to wait 'til you took it, the deal, when they got a deal they gon' cancel? (You)
Who was the one that you called when you had a gun pointed to your head in Atlanta? (Me)
Look what you've done, all your day ones, you burnt them all like a candle (you)
Who got they dollars up? (Me)
Who losing followers? (You)
Who took care of all of us? (Me)
Who could we never trust? (You)
Who's the one gave you the help? (Me)
Who signed a deal and got shelved? (You)
Who would write all of your lyrics? (Me)
Who was a muhfuckin' parrot? (You)
Who picked you up from the hospital? (Me)
Who's fuckin' parents was dodgin' 'em? (You)
Who introduced you to Hodge and 'em? (Me)
Who got a crew with the flogs in 'em? (You)
Who's chain is VVS diamonds? (Me)
Who's chain is fake and they lyin'? (You)
Who could make hits without tryin'? (Me)
Who left the studio cryin'? (You)
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Testament - Quality Control and Jordan Hollywood
