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[Verse 1: Justin Rarri]
Listen brodie I'ma tell you for real how it's feeling when you in that spotlight
Everybody finna talk down, want a Birkin, b*tch? You better talk nice
We like murda n*gga, we is not nice, wanna walk up to me, better think right
And they gon' keep tellin' lies, they judging, curious
I jus f*cked the baddest b*tch in a Trump hotel, she hoppin' on it
And you couldn't hold me as a brother, and it's kinda crazy how we fallen
I just pulled up in that brand new whip, bad b*tches on me flawless
And you keep on claiming that I switched up, part of the reason that a n*gga heartless
And I'm swearing that you coulda been here, just got a pack that new iceberg
I ain't 'bout sh*t, f*ck what you heard, better come up close, and find out first
n*gga bro run down, take off his shoes, put you on the news
Got me lookin' at you, wouldn't done this sh*t to you

[Chorus: Justin Rarri]
We trap out the buildin', n*gga just say how you feelin'
b*tch I had you in my bidness, I'm down in my feelings
None of these lil' f*ck n*ggas, ain't trustin' no leach
I just showed them that my body different
Same n*ggas that depend on me, gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall
Soon as I can't pay their part, why the f*ck you can't play your part?
We trap out the buildin', n*gga just say how you feelin'
b*tch I had you in my bidness, I'm down in my feelings
None of these lil' f*ck n*ggas, ain't trustin' no leach
I just showed them that my body different
Same n*ggas that depend on me, gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall
Soon as I can't pay their part, why the f*ck you can't play your part?
[Verse 2: Smoove’L]
Certain n*ggas, I gotta watch for certain b*tches
Cut 'em off all the faking, I ain't with it
Pradas on got me catching mad attention
Wanna f*ck for the clout and I don't get it
But this come with the life, man I ain't trippin'
I just started the coutin', I ain't finished (Boom, bah)
With my hittas ain't no limit
Don't hit my DMs, won't answer no calls
Rarri throw me the chop, I'ma finish 'em off
Blow the sh*t out his cap, I'ma watch how he fall
Traumatized from the streets, all the things I had saw
I get real, real fly, I got real mob ties
I just checked my bank account, it's at a all time high
I was young trapping for dubs
One and O with a bag, tell 'em f*ck on the love
And it ain't what it seem, I ran out of love
Got a Glock with a beam, it's ready to buss
And I'm prayin' God, that I get my way
And I had it hard through my younger days
They don't understand that we gotta a plan
Put it on God, n*ggas won't play

[Chorus: Justin Rarri]
We trap out the buildin', n*gga just say how you feelin'
b*tch I had you in my bidness, I'm down in my feelings
None of these lil' f*ck n*ggas, ain't trustin' no leach
I just showed them that my body different
Same n*ggas that depend on me, gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall
Soon as I can't pay their part, why the f*ck you can't play your part?
We trap out the buildin', n*gga just say how you feelin'
b*tch I had you in my bidness, I'm down in my feelings
None of these lil' f*ck n*ggas, ain't trustin' no leach
I just showed them that my body different
Same n*ggas that depend on me, gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall
Soon as I can't pay their part, why the f*ck you can't play your part?