Ryda - What's the Cost Lyrics

What's the cost or what's the price
Do not come around me I swear I will not play nice
I been on my grind chasin after mine
Everyone been hating but soon they'll see I'm divine
It's my real right. To head up to the throne
Look up to da stars soon enough I'm comin home
I'm a
OG don't be actin like u know me
Every time I'm ballin it's a swish just like I'm Kobe
And then goonies round me shootin like Ginobli
I don't give a f*ck about who u knew or ur homie
I'm a nice guy till u play the wrong side
Me and my brothas be them dudes in suit an ties
We don't play no games this shit is classified
Run up on me u gon really die tonight
U could rlly die tonight if u rlly wanna go
I'm jus turnin up da party when I'm kickin off my shows
I ain't askin bout no bitch
I'm jus hangin wit my bros
Only one shorty n u kno we gettin throwed
Gettin throwed or gettin smashed
If my shorty in the whip then I ain't never gon crash
An I be
Fitted up while u motherf*ckers Twittle thumb
All u got us twitter fingers u ain't make that trigger pump
Pump it up
Or slow it down
I'm the king she the queen we gon run da town
But shit don't test me
I'm jus on my road I need them checks pls
I see evil spirits all around me tryna tempt me
Don't stress me
I'm jus sippin my tea
Rolling up a backwoods that's what I call stayin green
I'm stayin down wit my team
I'm keepin it level headed
U don't wanna make me get the things we keep in da Chevy
I got dat gas unleaded
Gimme a mission I check it
If u rlly want dat action kno dat it could get hectic
Jus kno dat I could get reckless an maybe knock of ya head
Or have my homies pull up on you you get poisoned by led
An I'm gon. Knock out ya legs n u gon bow down to da new era risin yea
I'm takin da crown
So jus hand it over I ain't rlly wit dat long talk
I don't got no time for people thinkin bout the long walk
I'm bumping at ease I got my family wit me
Takin over u can't reach me like a pair of capris
So I'm takin off like I'm headed for Mars
My lil shorty she do everything except for them bars
I be
Workin hard dreams of them foreign cars whippin backroads lookin at the ceiling wit stars
Don't play me I be so wavy
Lil baby strapped down .380
Say my sauce dripping down like gravy
Tryna race me we ain't in da same meet
I be gripping on da bottle like lahey
Say they like me all I do is say heat
When I pull her hair ion even say yeet
When I make it ima make sure my team eat