Released: April 23, 2021
Songwriter: JAY SCALEZ Twysted Genius Moneybagg Yo
Producer: Twysted Genius JAY SCALEZ
[Intro]
(Who made this beat?)
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(SCALEZ)
[Verse]
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Tennis chain, ring, watch, light on the ice today
Street nigga from the M, that's where you gotta keep a K
It don't matter killers killin’ killers, ain't nobody safe
Bullets don't discriminate, just had to remind you
No matter how you try to dodge the bullshit, it come find you
Tryna put me in the middle 'cause my nigga robbed you
Told you not to fuck with 'em but you act like you had to
Pink slip, eight whips, ain't none of 'em rented
Bitch, I'm havin' money now so talk to me diffеrent
Run the hunnids through the monеy counter, before we deposit
Life good, bitch bad, everything exotic
I'm cool waitin' a lil' longer for somethin' I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Get clumsy talking 'bout Elo, I'm trippin' over words
It was SuperBowl night, wish he ain't make that serve
Have you ever got that phone call that made your heart drop?
Problems every time you turn around, you live a hard knock
Free my nigga, heard the feds caught him pickin' up a box
Nothing but switches on these glizzies, it came with the bump stock
I went back to where I grew up, and I bought the residence
They come for me but I can't let 'em get me out my element
It's easy buildin' up a name but can you keep it relevant?
Play on my name, you see more choppers than veterans (Ugh)
And I said what I said, won't beat around the bush
Paint your block, my favorite color red, now you a pound of kush
I can put my hands in my pocket, everybody with me push
These Cartiers remind of the days when I was overlooked
Fuck up after fuck up, day by day, now I'm havin' my way
Reason you can't get your own steak, 'cause you keep watchin' my plate
I've been layin' low, playin' slow, stackin' change
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
[Outro]
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
(Who made this beat?)
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(SCALEZ)
[Verse]
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Tennis chain, ring, watch, light on the ice today
Street nigga from the M, that's where you gotta keep a K
It don't matter killers killin’ killers, ain't nobody safe
Bullets don't discriminate, just had to remind you
No matter how you try to dodge the bullshit, it come find you
Tryna put me in the middle 'cause my nigga robbed you
Told you not to fuck with 'em but you act like you had to
Pink slip, eight whips, ain't none of 'em rented
Bitch, I'm havin' money now so talk to me diffеrent
Run the hunnids through the monеy counter, before we deposit
Life good, bitch bad, everything exotic
I'm cool waitin' a lil' longer for somethin' I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Get clumsy talking 'bout Elo, I'm trippin' over words
It was SuperBowl night, wish he ain't make that serve
Have you ever got that phone call that made your heart drop?
Problems every time you turn around, you live a hard knock
Free my nigga, heard the feds caught him pickin' up a box
Nothing but switches on these glizzies, it came with the bump stock
I went back to where I grew up, and I bought the residence
They come for me but I can't let 'em get me out my element
It's easy buildin' up a name but can you keep it relevant?
Play on my name, you see more choppers than veterans (Ugh)
And I said what I said, won't beat around the bush
Paint your block, my favorite color red, now you a pound of kush
I can put my hands in my pocket, everybody with me push
These Cartiers remind of the days when I was overlooked
Fuck up after fuck up, day by day, now I'm havin' my way
Reason you can't get your own steak, 'cause you keep watchin' my plate
I've been layin' low, playin' slow, stackin' change
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
[Outro]
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way