Buy Out lyrics

(Verse 1:)
A 100 miles and running n*ggas gunning at the enemy
n*ggas switching sides giving up like its the end of me
n*ggas hollin' family but I know these n*ggas envy me
Pound game thugging to the muthafckin sentence me

I'mma trending topic. Top down b*tch im riding in the 'rarri
If u don't like me then I'm sorry
Same OG, I'm just being me f*ck a critic
I rap about this sh*t cus I did it

Life don't change, neither do the game
New n*ggas getting money but the rules stay the same
Who I'm gon' sign with? Who I wanna grind with?
That's my only question n*gga CMG I'm dying with

Cocaine Muzik , cars, money, guns
Every n*gga I f*ck wit done went to jail, I made they bond
I never leave the house without my chain or my gun
Got on my dope boy guccis or a fresh pair of One's

(Talking:)
Yeah.. see n*gga, see I feel like I'm one of the realest n*ggas that ever walked the face of earth, you know what I mean?
And that ain't got nothing to do with getting no money or nothing like that n*gga. That's just bein 100
That's being 100 with yourself. That's being 100 with the n*ggas who 100 wit u, you know what I mean?
n*gga I got a lot of young n*ggas around me n*gga and it's straight up love like family n*gga cuz we'll kill for
Each other and that's on the real
(Verse 2:)
Murder was the case n*gga, jump a hurdle win a race n*gga
Then I put it in ya face n*gga. Took a face on my case n*gga
Told my lawyer go to trial, I'm doing it big in the meanwhile

If I lose, raise Mariah for me. If I die bust that fire for me
Pour out some liquor and get higher for me
I'm doing this one for my homeboys, I'm hollin "Oh Lord". Some sh*t we can't afford

I just be speaking from the heart but sometimes it rhymes
Am I a real rapper or just a n*gga with lines?
I don't know, I'm confused. Do I supposed to be rich?
You know that ho ain't yo ho she just yo supposed to be b*tch
Yo supposed to be clique. I don't want no allies
It's CMG homie and we don't franchise

I get green guys, off those white pies
Dope in that pot and it get baptized

Hallelujah! Bless my shooters
Serve my Jay's up, watch him hit that shooter
f*ck this rap sh*t, I dont fit in
All these f*ck boys, all these fake friends

Streets on fire, plug on go mode
Streets so damn dry, I might get a truck load
f*ck yo contract, I won't sign that
Labels keep calling me but I won't call back !