Hurtin

Cook that s**t up Quay
Whats the chances that youd make it from the bottom
Lets go
Gotta beat the odds
Im tryna blend in
Blend
Hit that boy so many times he made CNN
Fear of God pants
I dont fear men
Pull up in an old-school
The fifty in the rear end big dawg
Takin chances gettin packs and tryna get em back
I watched the law take my bro
Im tryna get him back
I pray to God that I dont have to get nobody whacked
Aint gettin into that
I try to tell em facts
Whats the chances that you run you up a couple mil
Huh
And you really come from sleepin out the projects
Whats the chances that you run you up a couple mil
Huh
And your two main men catch a body
I got it the worstest I aint have to rehearse this
Made me who I am Im gettin bands Im breakin curses
Trap spot do six figures still got sheets f**k curtains
Excuse me as I go off
Have flashbacks in my verses Im tellin you
I done put my heart inside a box
And tried to sell it to em
Beefin with my partners
Do a n***a like I never knew him
F**ked around and seen her with a n***a
I woulda never knew it
Always talkin bout what Im gon do
But I dont ever do it yeah
Beefin with myself
Keep on wanting syrup but knowin it dont help
It dont
Its like I got money to please everybody else
They act like they with you but Im knowin they dont care
They in it for self
Yeah
I got it for sale if its rollin
Rollin
I got out of jail and I showed em
Showed em
Couple b***hes know they wish they wouldve held it down
It feel like they build me up try to tear me down
Whats the chances that you run you up a couple mil
Huh
And you really come from sleepin out the projects
Whats the chances that you run you up a couple mil
Huh
And your two main men catch a body
I gotta stay solid
I grew up round d**e boys
I dont need no stylist
I got grown man money
Cant be actin childish
No childish
I been through too much s* *t barely even smile
Huh
Sippin on this bale
I wish bro was with me now
Now
It was time that well go broke
Well pick a play and take em down
Kick me when Im down when I get up
Ill prolly s**t on you
I cant even lie Ill prolly see em
I just spit on them
These pieces I got lit on me
This piece I got gon hit on men
I aint ever did no fraud but Im known for pullin cards
Ask about me in my neighborhood
Im known for goin hard
Ive been bustin on that glizzy
Ever since I had got robbed
Bah-bah bah-bah
I done really beat the odds
Whats the chances that you run you up a couple mil
Huh
And you really come from sleepin out the projects
Whatsthe chances that you run you up a couple mil
Huh
And your two main men catch a body
Whats the chances that you run you up a couple mil
Huh
And you really come from sleepin out the projects
Whats the chances that you run you up a couple mil
Huh
And your two main men catch a body
I got it the worstest