Off Days
But I'm still no limit
(Big Oz on the keyboards and shit) ayy
Shout out to the bros
Yeah
Uh (uh-uh), uh
I was the only nigga that was showing love and getting hate
All these days I wake up early, stay up late (I'm up late)
You can't see me, I'm out the way, I live in different states (different states)
So I'll get a nigga smoked and I'm skippin' states (brrt, swerve)
Real or fake? Tryna see who real or fake
Get a nigga sprayed, I'm still praying this shit pay off (brrt, brrt)
But a nigga paid (you knowin' it)
On this shit, I don't take no day off
I be working on my day off, I been praying this shit pay off (uh)
Mama, a lil' nigga made it
And I don't be feeling like celebrating shit
But every day I'm getting faded (faded)
And everybody 'round me know that I'm rich
Somehow I'm still plotting on a lick
Street nigga ain't on celebrity shit
And I don't want to take no celebrity pics
Paranoid, I got a ride with a blick
And I'ma score 'cause I don't want to even the score (ayy)
Picking up bag, I been on the road so much I ain't even been touring
Remember we slidin', can't wait to catch a nigga ridin' with one
We was riding with four
Me and the bros tote poles
Stuck in the hood I was missing shows
Nigga ain't never played with me and they know they can't play with the bros
Locked in, we gon' stay by the code and they knowing whatever I'm saying it goes
Niggas they know, it's big G Herbo
Ay, there he go, it's big G Herbo
Better not run up on G Herbo
'Cause he might have an AK in the Rolls, yeah (uh)
(There go swerve)
I was the only nigga that was showing love and getting hate
All these days I wake up early, stay up late (I'm up late)
You can't see me, I'm out the way, I live in different states (different states)
So I'll get a nigga smoked and I'm skippin' states (brrt, swerve)
Real or fake? Tryna see who real or fake
Get a nigga sprayed, I'm still praying this shit pay off (brrt, brrt)
But a nigga paid (you knowin' it)
On this shit, I don't take no day off
I be working on my day off, I been praying this shit pay off (uh)
Pay me out, pay me out, I want the max
Ain't with that, what he say? We out
I've been doing this shit for Max
Spread blood and we got tats
Real bitch, went rap to trap
Blew a hundred and fifty racks max (one-fifty, uh-huh)
Foenem splattin' out caskets gats
And we setting up traps for a rat
Shooting a movie, if it's action
I might have to pop out and attack
Shooting a movie, I'm on set in a black truck
I'm hopping out of the back
Try to attack us but we was moving tactic
It was too many 'Lac trucks
These niggas rap, but you rappin' 'bout us?
You the same one got clapped up
I got rich off rap, blogs be talking 'bout us
Them bodies ain't even attached to us
I be so low key, niggas be talking 'bout me
And that shit ain't even match up
When them shots barked, I was like Rosa Parks
I'm way in the back of the bus