It Get Deeper Pt. 2

Never bite the hand that feeds you, bro, **** greedy

Never felt what it was like to be loved, bitches be cheatin'

Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even

Main mans turned into a hater, this shit deep

Over money

You will turn your back on your brother 'cause of money

I don't know a bitch who really love me, ain't it funny?

I could fill the east up with hundreds

Make a freak fuck for nothin'

I don't beef much at all

Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs

Every time my **** call, I show out for him

My bitch been in the house, of course

I been goin' out more

Fuck I need clout for?

I can't be outscored

I can't be outscored

For all my **** that's callin'

Bitch, I'm still ballin'

Forty-three for these and I'll play Mike Jordan

But I'll play 'em like Stockton

These bitches selling like oxy

See a hatin' ****, pop 'em

Gettin' rich the only option

Bitch, I grew up with the doctors

You little **** imposters

Might invest a couple houses

All of Houston for my youngin'

Lookin' for the pints of Wocky

Who ain't gettin money? Stop it

I might up a million dollars

I don' fucked a million bitches

Bitch, I got a million problems

Nah, for real

Next time a **** diss us, he gettin' killed

Bitches think they're slick, ain't slick enough, baby, I see you

If you think you can do this shit without me, then so be it

The rest of my time and money bein' spent on appeals

Crib on the hill

Bad bitch who like to chill

Doggy bone on her nails

Free my fucking Uncle Nell

Million dollars on his bail

Don't give a fuck no more

Real recognize real, no, I don't trust no hoe

Real recognize real, no, I don't trust

Tell me if you with me my ****, or you gon' leave?

Your main mans turned to a hater, all for some cheese

Never bite the hand that feeds you, bro, **** greedy

Never felt what it was like to be loved, bitches be cheatin'

Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even

Main mans turned into a hater, this shit deep

Over money

You will turn your back on your brother 'cause of money

I don't know a bitch who really love me, ain't it funny?

I could fill the east up with hundreds

Make a freak fuck for nothin'

I don't beef much at all

Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs

Every time my **** call, I show out for him

My bitch been in the house, of course

I been goin' out more

Fuck I need clout for?

I can't be outscored

I can't be outs-

You know a **** came from the slums

"What's crackin'?", to the pastor

Got faith from all the guns

Hand held with a drum on a ****, if not three

It got one on a ****, give 'em my all, I don't stunt on my ****

Ay, tell me if you with me, my ****, or you gone leave

Why I never get the same love? 'Cause I'm me and my drugs told me

You could be something special, on Rece

How the fuck am I stressin'? Thought I ain't need you

Back and forth on this tether, it ain't easy

Mama, please show me how to save my money

Remember countin' down? Ninety days, I'm comin'

Never bite the hand that feeds you, bro, **** greedy

Never felt what it was like to be loved, bitches be cheatin'

Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even

Main mans turned into a hater, this shit deep

Over money

You will turn your back on your brother 'cause of money

I don't know a bitch who really love me, ain't it funny?

I could fill the east up with hundreds

Make a freak fuck for nothin'

I don't beef much at all

Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs

Every time my **** call, I show out for him

My bitch been in the house, of course

I been goin' out more

Fuck I need clout for?

I can't be outscored

I can't be outs-

C'mon, c'mon