Shake Sum

Got two brothers known for good and bad, they're like yin and yang You can try to replace me, swear to God, but it won't be the same Told them bout the vision, they ain't get it, now cut out the frame You can be a dime, but either way, I know you still gon' change Seen bro, told them bout a call over the jail Heard Unc free, been inside too long, I'm glad you came home Feeling like a target with the way that I've been in my zone Niggas don't want smoke, I let them have it now he feeling stoned Running out of breath, I need my meds where the prednisone Thinking she's the one, then she a dummy, need a chromosome Ain't cut no corners, going far lengths for this bread, that's what I gotta do Money on your head, so when I kill you, it's gon' be logical Cut your hands off if you try snaking me Player to the game, so ain't no bitches out here playing me Known for getting hoes, fucked every bitch with names from A to Z Now it's steak dinners, but not too long ago, it was only sleep Made a plan, cause I knew I had to shake Some, told her she can't call me baby, now she wanna make one Let me see your body, she look good, now Shake some, man this shit too easy, level 90, still a cake run Wake up in the morning, grind, smoke, man this shit a cycle Keep the bullshit out my ears, talk crazy, ima spazz like Michael Labels be too complicated, baby, I don't want a title Claiming you my opp, make you a goofy, I don't got no rivals Yeah, uh, cause I don't get touched Feeling like Jay Critch lately, the way that I've been getting bucks Told her we ain't working out, like she ain't doing sit-ups, nigga six rings like I'm MJ, still won't catch me giving six fucks Yeah, what, cause I don't f*ck with y'all Talking like you with it, man, you must be off the fentanyl My bitch, she know I'm fly, but I still sting like I'm Lamelo Ball, Climbing to the top, I got a harness, I won't ever fall Thinking you can find me somewhere else Gon' leave you disappointed, Spent my last dollars on a bitch, I should've copped some Jordans Trust before the love, I got it tatted on my body foreign Say she want me back, she keep on saying her new nigga boring, Yeah, pesos, no, we don't play with those Bank my second crib, I hit deposits when the bank closed Always chase the bag and peep these hoes, but never chase those Do just like I say my name, my name ain't Simon, she do, I say so Got Lil' Shorty on my lap, call him my Lil' Private Dancer I can't let you take my flick unless it's 15 on the camera Shorty sweet just like some peaches, but the pussy taste like fanta Seen her ex, it hurt me bad, like, baby, you ain't got no standards Made a plan, cause I knew I had to shake some Told her she can't call me baby, now she wanna Make one Let me see your body, she look good, now shake some Man, this shit too easy, level 90, still a cake run Yeah It's still a cake run