Not Us

Mama said boy you gon' be something great Don't let a fake nigga come through and eat off your plate Head up keep pushing that weight This for the fallen who look down from the heavens gates You can't be stuck in the past it don't matter what happened has happened so keep Moving forward This was the path that you chose make the most no regression and make sure your feet Keep on going Back in my bag like I hopped on the wave running shit like the pope and I'm staying afloat Niggas be pussy and go on the net like a shorty on Twitter typing what she wrote Mother and sister and brother and father be dear to my heart so I'm keeping them close Love come and go but loyalty forever if you really wit me that's sum you show But I don't want fake love I want money Boujee and bad and she sweeter than honey Different levels boy you look like junkie You ain't my bro but you goofy and funny Levitating I feel extraterrestrial Speaking my language she said hers was sexual In then she out and the pattern perpetual but that shawty unforgettable We run it up Hop in the whip that's a Lambo Truck They be talking that shit I don't give a f*ck Jump to the money moving like it's double Dutch Feel like Michael game seven we in the clutch First never second want gold not the runner up Know some niggas who made it straight from the mud Know some niggas with everything turn to scrubs But I ain't bitch ain't no hoe in us Old news finna come to the light like we heard it through the grapevine My shawty slim and she sexy love when I grip up on her waistline Bail money we don't do time Fake loving that's the new slime Trap bumping like a jump man Bitches want me I'm the up man Keep it Lowkey what they don't know they don't know so nobody can ruin I f*ck that bitch wit a rubber and jewelry drip on my neck and she liking my Cuban Speaking my heart I had nothing to lose I told her that I love her but loves an illusion Righting my wrongs cuz I lied to some people I told you I'm sorry but I'm only human Ain't no one perfect nigga but lets get this money gang Step on the gas I ain't ever letting up Good girl but now she slut Don't know what happened Ain't got nun do with me Born to this world as a freak But I don't know what happened What happened to keeping it real (What happened) What happened to keeping it g (What happened) Too many niggas be greedy and selfish don't wanna see there brother eat F*ck all the capping in captions on Insta flexing on these niggas that you'll never meet Niggas be knowing I'm playing too much but if they need a hand I'll get them on there Feet Body that boy like I body the beat YSL flow on repeat We run it up Hop in the whip that's a Lambo Truck They be talking that shit I don't give a f*ck Jump to the money moving like it's double Dutch Feel like Michael game seven we in the clutch First never second want gold not the runner up Know some niggas who made it straight from the mud Know some niggas with everything turn to scrubs But I ain't bitch ain't no hoe in us