They just tryna figure out the you they never knew
Dollars for my thoughts, point me to the loot
Homie how the f*ck you move when its never smooth?
Its the medical essence of large revenue
Some of them credible... most of them question you.
Look em in the eye make an impression fool
Then look em in the soul spit the lesson to em
If they dont get it... f*ck em i ain't stressin you
This avenue takes time, tight schedules
Illegible letter code like ima professional
Now listen, i could be normal but i am not; hardly
Stay sharper, later its gon make em a target
I was always the kid to get ditched for the party
No room in the car chad, im sorry
You better catch the train it wont stop boy
So i just climb and know i can't stop going
Yall aint my homies.
Oh, now we homies?
Homie, now you my homie?
Naa thats bologna homie,
Why you think we homies now?
Where these bitches at?
Y'all ain't gon hold me down?
Look into my soul, who you tryna clown.
Tryna clown for a vision thats makin me proud
People im around act bitter and foul
Ho's that i been f*ckin dont fwm now
Cause iont answer when they call
I'm out & about
Playin with these bitches, can't figure me out
Dippin out they crib, not makin a sound
I'm headed for the bank got a jernt in my mouth
Chasin' paper down til i put it in my account
Premeditation for the start of my day
Hopin the trails of paper don't get farther away
And i be ridin til the brakes dont brake
Homie i swear there ain't a damn thing change
Know what im say'n?
1-800 open up yo eyes
Tryna look ahead im in front of the line
Lookin for opportunity at a drop of a dime
Checkin my watch ho am i on time
Oh, now we homies?
Homie, now you my homie?
Naa thats bologna homie,
Why you think we homies now?
Where these bitches at?
Y'all ain't gon hold me down?
Look into my soul, who you tryna clown.
Its funny, they think they know you mane
My mother say im gettin older,
Bitches say i changed...
But im just tryna get my pockets straight
& ill meet you at the spot, okay
The finish in my vision
Im in this shit to win it
Answer the phone
Hit the speaker button im rollin piffy
Smokin my doja alone plottin how to get richer
If gettin cash is the goal then i own a certificate
They ain't gon get it if its too complex
I tried to believe that they could read into the context
But these misdirections been leaving me hesitant
Pickin the wrong path, you wishin you never went
So i just look at my blessings, most of em heaven sent
Its a foul world dun, you could be left for dead
People aggressive, lethal weapons at your f*ckin neck
Lil ho its trapbo, young fellow i represent
Oh, now we homies?
Homie, now you my homie?
Naa thats bologna homie,
Why you think we homies now?
Where these bitches at?
Y'all ain't gon hold me down?
Look into my soul, who you tryna clown...
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English
They just tryna figure out the you they never knew
Dollars for my thoughts, point me to the loot
Homie how the f*ck you move when its never smooth?
Its the medical essence of large revenue
Some of them credible... most of them question you.
Look em in the eye make an impression fool
Then look em in the soul spit the lesson to em
If they dont get it... f*ck em i ain't stressin you
This avenue takes time, tight schedules
Illegible letter code like ima professional
Now listen, i could be normal but i am not; hardly
Stay sharper, later its gon make em a target
I was always the kid to get ditched for the party
No room in the car chad, im sorry
You better catch the train it wont stop boy
So i just climb and know i can't stop going
Yall aint my homies.
Oh, now we homies?
Homie, now you my homie?
Naa thats bologna homie,
Why you think we homies now?
Where these bitches at?
Y'all ain't gon hold me down?
Look into my soul, who you tryna clown.
Tryna clown for a vision thats makin me proud
People im around act bitter and foul
Ho's that i been f*ckin dont fwm now
Cause iont answer when they call
I'm out & about
Playin with these bitches, can't figure me out
Dippin out they crib, not makin a sound
I'm headed for the bank got a jernt in my mouth
Chasin' paper down til i put it in my account
Premeditation for the start of my day
Hopin the trails of paper don't get farther away
And i be ridin til the brakes dont brake
Homie i swear there ain't a damn thing change
Know what im say'n?
1-800 open up yo eyes
Tryna look ahead im in front of the line
Lookin for opportunity at a drop of a dime
Checkin my watch ho am i on time
Oh, now we homies?
Homie, now you my homie?
Naa thats bologna homie,
Why you think we homies now?
Where these bitches at?
Y'all ain't gon hold me down?
Look into my soul, who you tryna clown.
Its funny, they think they know you mane
My mother say im gettin older,
Bitches say i changed...
But im just tryna get my pockets straight
& ill meet you at the spot, okay
The finish in my vision
Im in this shit to win it
Answer the phone
Hit the speaker button im rollin piffy
Smokin my doja alone plottin how to get richer
If gettin cash is the goal then i own a certificate
They ain't gon get it if its too complex
I tried to believe that they could read into the context
But these misdirections been leaving me hesitant
Pickin the wrong path, you wishin you never went
So i just look at my blessings, most of em heaven sent
Its a foul world dun, you could be left for dead
People aggressive, lethal weapons at your f*ckin neck
Lil ho its trapbo, young fellow i represent
Oh, now we homies?
Homie, now you my homie?
Naa thats bologna homie,
Why you think we homies now?
Where these bitches at?
Y'all ain't gon hold me down?
Look into my soul, who you tryna clown...
Dollars for my thoughts, point me to the loot
Homie how the f*ck you move when its never smooth?
Its the medical essence of large revenue
Some of them credible... most of them question you.
Look em in the eye make an impression fool
Then look em in the soul spit the lesson to em
If they dont get it... f*ck em i ain't stressin you
This avenue takes time, tight schedules
Illegible letter code like ima professional
Now listen, i could be normal but i am not; hardly
Stay sharper, later its gon make em a target
I was always the kid to get ditched for the party
No room in the car chad, im sorry
You better catch the train it wont stop boy
So i just climb and know i can't stop going
Yall aint my homies.
Oh, now we homies?
Homie, now you my homie?
Naa thats bologna homie,
Why you think we homies now?
Where these bitches at?
Y'all ain't gon hold me down?
Look into my soul, who you tryna clown.
Tryna clown for a vision thats makin me proud
People im around act bitter and foul
Ho's that i been f*ckin dont fwm now
Cause iont answer when they call
I'm out & about
Playin with these bitches, can't figure me out
Dippin out they crib, not makin a sound
I'm headed for the bank got a jernt in my mouth
Chasin' paper down til i put it in my account
Premeditation for the start of my day
Hopin the trails of paper don't get farther away
And i be ridin til the brakes dont brake
Homie i swear there ain't a damn thing change
Know what im say'n?
1-800 open up yo eyes
Tryna look ahead im in front of the line
Lookin for opportunity at a drop of a dime
Checkin my watch ho am i on time
Oh, now we homies?
Homie, now you my homie?
Naa thats bologna homie,
Why you think we homies now?
Where these bitches at?
Y'all ain't gon hold me down?
Look into my soul, who you tryna clown.
Its funny, they think they know you mane
My mother say im gettin older,
Bitches say i changed...
But im just tryna get my pockets straight
& ill meet you at the spot, okay
The finish in my vision
Im in this shit to win it
Answer the phone
Hit the speaker button im rollin piffy
Smokin my doja alone plottin how to get richer
If gettin cash is the goal then i own a certificate
They ain't gon get it if its too complex
I tried to believe that they could read into the context
But these misdirections been leaving me hesitant
Pickin the wrong path, you wishin you never went
So i just look at my blessings, most of em heaven sent
Its a foul world dun, you could be left for dead
People aggressive, lethal weapons at your f*ckin neck
Lil ho its trapbo, young fellow i represent
Oh, now we homies?
Homie, now you my homie?
Naa thats bologna homie,
Why you think we homies now?
Where these bitches at?
Y'all ain't gon hold me down?
Look into my soul, who you tryna clown...