Understand

(yeah, Yeahhh) I po some lean out on that curb Before I even taste it For all my nigga dead and gone This don't even make sense I yelling bring the real ones home That's locked up in them cages You know that bitch had did me wrong But i ain't even say shit Bitch I ain't trippin, I kept it pimpin I got the upper hand And I ain't chasing after shit But a couple hundred grand Before I let them see me sweat I'ma use a money fan Cause ain't nobody gave me shit I don't think you understand (Uh) You wanna play lets play Finesse a nigga ass quick Hit em with the shack and bake And I cant be your super man But I can save the day You would swear my name was Kevin Durant The way I fade away So happy that we made away Round table making plates Say a prayer for all the real 1s Its amazing grace We turnt up in a major way Salute me like Im major pain This something you kan't take away Honor amongst all the brave You know Im just a call away Riding for you all the way Cause I was bluffed on every play I can't even do the same I see it just don't say shit I ain't trippin just don't make me Nigga know who to play with Get us home we stealing bases I po some lean out on that curb Before I even taste it For all my nigga dead and gone This don't even make sense I yelling bring the real ones home That's locked up in them cages You know that bitch had did me wrong But I ain't even say shit Bitch I ain't trippin, I kept it pimpin I got the upper hand And I ain't chasing after shit But a couple hundred grand Before i let them see me sweat I'ma use a money fan Cause ain't nobody gave me shit I don't think you understand (uh, yeah) I don't think you understand, Doing dirt all by my lonely I don't need no co-defendant And that boy suppose to be yo homie How he don't want you winning Keep it solid, keep it provide, Keep em out yo business Grinding cause you gotta get it You ain't have a pot to piss in Cops be tryna stop the vision Pull us over stop and frisk us But Im still on the same mission Still got the same niggas I swear these hoes ain't change yet Still got the same bitches Po some lean out on the curb For the ones who ain't make it And niggas up the road Doing time with out a statement I swear its rare to find the real In a world full of fake shit They won't give you nun You gotta go out there and take it! I po some lean out on that curb Before I even taste it For all my nigga dead and gone This don't even make sense I yelling bring the real ones home That's locked up in them cages You know that bitch had did me wrong But i ain't even say shit Bitch I ain't trippin, I kept it pimpin I got the upper hand And I ain't chasing after shit But a couple hundred grand Before I let them see me sweat I'ma use a money fan Cause ain't nobody gave me shit I don't think you understand!