"It Get Deeper Pt. 2"
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Never bite that hand that feed you, bro, n*ggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved, b*tches be cheatin'
Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' needy
Main man turnt to a hater, this sh*t is deep, over money
You would turn your back on your brother 'cause of money
I don't know a b*tch who really love me, ain't that funny?
I could feel the East side, one hunnid
Make a freak f*ck for nothin', I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs
Every time my n*gga call, I show out for him
My b*tch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more
But f*ck I need clout for? I can't be outscored
No, I can't be outscored
For all my n*ggas that's callin', b*tch, I'm still ballin'
Forty-three for these and I paid Mike Jordan
But a player might stop, we just sell 'em like Ox'
See a hatin' n*gga, pop 'em, gettin' rich, took all they options
b*tch, we grew up the doctors, you lil' n*ggas impostors
Might invest a couple houses all in Houston for my youngins
We're lookin' for the pints of Wocky
Who ain't gettin' money? Stop
But I might up a million dollars
I done f*cked a million b*tches
b*tch, I got a million problems, nah, for real
Next time a n*gga diss us, he gettin' killed
b*tches think they stickin', stickin' up, baby, I see you
If you think you can do this sh*t without me, then some did
[?] on my money, gettin' spent on the pills
Cribs on her heels, bad b*tch who like to chills
Doggybone on her nails, free my f*ckin' uncle Neff
Million dollars on this belt, I don't give a f*ck no more
Real reppin' ass b*tch, nah, I don't trust no ho
Real reppin' ass b*tch, nah, I don't trust