Died to Be

Aye You could keep your money, I ain't tapping in Fucking bitches in the same studio I'm rapping in I don't care about that bitch I'm still gon' tap again Tried to sneak my way into the game but now I'm cracking in I won my money in the bank so now I'm cashing in How you stressing in the same crib that you relaxing in? We gon' throw the bitch around like she a javelin Every time I say I quit but look at me I'm back again Thigh pads, my pockets fat Every song ain't topping that Every fit I'm dropping racks Money get a lot of that Yeah I got a lot of tracks, give me beat, I body that Back when I was down bad, she ain't wanna stay for that Aye bitch I'm up now, scoring like a touchdown They calling me Giannis 'cause I'm all about my bucks now I don't give a f*ck now Shorty is a bust down They see me in public, everybody say "what's up" now That lil nigga been mad, all your music been bad How you flexing with the same bitch that I been had? Pocket full of big racks, come and get your shit back Nigga talking crazy then I pull up with a big gat Balling like I'm Kobe, on my back it be a 2-4 Who brought him around? That's only a nigga you know Kicking shit like Judo Better than me, who knows High as hell I'm on another planet I'm on pluto Why these niggas eyeing me and ain't nobody trying me? Cartier inspire me, I like to suffer silently No he not that guy to me, bitch why did you say bye to me And why the hell you lie to me? I'm who these niggas died to be Aye