(Getta Beats) (Boom, boom boom boom) (Yeah, huh, aye, aye) Sick of these bitches that can't keep it real Sick of these niggas that can't keep it street We was just taking them risks tryna go get a check Nowadays, niggas don't even speak Missin' Amiri, ain't see my lil boy in a while and without him I feel incomplete He was fucked up and I gave bro a hop and a leap Like here, nigga, get on your feet (get on your toes) I get a relief when I get on them stages Can't start a new chapter til' you turn them pages Now that I'm famous, these niggas be thinkin' I'm painless But ain't see my auntie in ages That shit fucked me up and I still try to act like it don't Because my daughter right here where I'm thinkin' (Hollon) Look out my window its rainin' (Huh) (Who outside?) Hey, you rockin' shit that ain't out yet, nigga You havin' pape, where yo house at, nigga? (Where yo house at?) I don't give a fuck bout' you ballin' If you really that buy your kids some more outfits, nigga Grown ass men tryna clout check niggas (Bitch) Don't count me out til' you count six figures (Don't count me out) Don't count me out til' you count my niggas (Don't count me out, huh, don't count me out nigga) I make a play and I execute I started late but I still got ahead of you They tried to hold it back when all the credit due New dirty K, had to clean off the residue We know you told so it ain't no respecting you They drop a bag, now it ain't no protecting you Not in to talkin' I get in the stu and start speakin' The mic only one I'm confessing to (Huh, damn, huh) Nah I ain't Usher but I got Confessions too Give me the word, I'll still pull up and serve like a Sessions do I've been poppin, way back since niggas was still rockin' Jimmy Choo's Don't get it twisted, we'll pull up with that oil like a Jiffy Lube I'm havin' money on money on money on money Used to have partna's on partna's, til' niggas turnt flaw for a couple of hundreds Don't do the internet games 'cause I'm havin' this motion, this shit by abundance Why would I cap? I put my team on the map, kinda feel like a compass Can't even come to the trap without crying, lil bro sold a couple of onions I post the shit that I want niggas knowin', so dont try to make no assumptions Have bronem go and get on ya ass, if I drop the bag, they gone pull up and hunt it She want a nigga to trick on her, I sent the hoe to my couple of cousins I'm back at it Stay with my pipe like a crack addict I done came to far to half-ass it Pull out the pump make him asthmatic Give him a fitted he back cappin' Or throw him a role niggas back actin' Quin a magician, the pack vanish When niggas go left, I just laugh at it