Lied 2 Myself

How I’m suppose to believe that you real if your Ricks ain’t,

These diamonds on my ears I swear they do it for Lil Saint,

I do it for my city tryna give these n**** faith,

Touch my first fifty back when I was droppin mixtapes,

Cuban link plain,

We are not the same,

Pourin champagne,

I just had to cut the snakes,

My phone on DND, I’m overseas gettin peace,

Escalade outside, we don’t do the limousine,

These are Kapital, we don’t do Amiri jeans,

Bought her all designer knowin she just want a ring,

Why you broke lil n**** you must be allergic to the cream,

Where I’m from we don’t consider green to be lean,

Haven’t touch a court, I’m ballin like I’m in the league,

I’m really on my way, TJ told me in my dreams,

When she see them racks, she get to actin like a fiend,

Me and my n**** really lit, we like the new Supreme Team,

Went against my gut I have no one to blame but myself,

So much paper on me I done thought about plotting on myself,

Said I won’t gon hit it, fuck around and lie to myself,

I don’t f*** with labels that’s the reason I sign to myself,

Went against my gut I have no one to blame but myself,

So much paper on me I done thought about plotting on myself,

Said I won’t gon hit it, fuck around and lie to myself,

I don’t f*** with labels that’s the reason I sign to myself,

Over here we don’t f*** with him, he can’t come and hang,

You was lame in high school, you must forgot you still lame,

Ima player, not a gangster, but I still learn to aim,

Gettin money, I done put three foreigns in a driveway,

Cuban around my neck, I could’ve bought my sis a Hyundai,

Diamonds in my ear, they lit like the streets on broadway,

Countin fast with this paper make me feel like Highway,

Actin like you lit but you know I’m the one to show the way,

**** trade on his team for that pape, he a b****,

Ask anybody before CC, I was rich,

Cut ties with them ****, how that **** still lit,

Saint Michael sweat pants cost more than your fit,

This b**** a headache, I just sent a new bag,

Go on shopping sprees and we don’t even look at the tags,

Miharas got me steppin, like a n**** in a frat,

I just spill my cup on this b****, and now we both mad,

Went against my gut I have no one to blame but myself,

So much paper on me I done thought about plotting on myself,

Said I won’t gon hit it, fuck around and lie to myself,

I don’t f*** with labels that’s the reason I sign to myself,

Went against my gut I have no one to blame but myself,

So much paper on me I done thought about plotting on myself,

Said I won’t gon hit it, fuck around and lie to myself,

I don’t f*** with labels that’s the reason I sign to myself,