Lonestar Trapstar II

Where my real ones at Where my real ones at Chilling in the back They chilling with the sack Aye I'm chilling on the money I'm focused on the money Brrrp brrpp get a call Bitch that's just the money And I'm already on it Already on it on it I wake up early morning I get up crack of dawning These motherfuckers yawning Because they sleeping on me These motherfuckers yawning I think they waiting on me I think they waiting for the Lonestar Trapstar bring the money And I think that shit funny Cuz they was joking on me And now I see 'em in the street man I be acting dummi Like you don't even know me Like we not even homies I know if we went back in time you'd wish that you could owe me Like you could know me, know me But you don't know me, know me And I don't need no paper, to tell you you a caper I got real people serving life, I got people no papers And I got people, dawg, waiting on the ice And I got people, dawg, they serving life I said it twice, like they died twice If they could, I bet they'd try to kill my twice Man I'm tryna shed some light, on this mic Sometimes I feel all I got inside my spine Like, all I got is spite In my spine That shit hold me up, it tries to break me down But I cannot let it win I might sin But my uncle said I gotta do it big, man I might just got the distance No resistance I might just go handle all my business F*ck your feelings F*ck your feelings I know that they mad cuz they not winning That's a given I hadda go hard, man for them digits Ain't no given I'm doing this shit right for my children In my kitchen Ain't no bitching Get the f*ck from here cuz y'all some snitches F*ck them snitches Huh they sleep Huh they sleep