Never bite that hand that feed you, bro, niggas 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 man turned to a hater, this shit is deep, over money
You would 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 feel the East up with hunnids
Make a freak fuck for nothin', I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs
Every time my nigga call, I show out for him
My bitch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more
But fuck I need clout for? I can't be outscored
No, I can't be outscored

For all my niggas that's callin', bitch, I'm still ballin'
Forty-three for these and I paid Mike Jordan
But a player Mike Stockton, we just sell 'em like Ox'
See a hatin' nigga, pop 'em, gettin' rich, took all they options
Bitch, I grew up with the doctors, you lil' niggas impostors
Might invest a couple houses all in Houston for my youngins
Lookin' for the pints of Wocky
Who ain't gettin' money? Stop it
I might up a million dollars
I done fucked a million bitches
Bitch, I got a million problems, nah, for real
Next time a nigga diss us, he gettin' killed
Bitches think they 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 my money, gettin' spent on the pills
Crib on her heels, bad bitch who like to chills
Doggybone on her nails, free my fuckin' uncle Nell
Million dollars on this belt, I don't give a fuck no more
Real recognize real, no, I don't trust no ho
Real recognize real, no, I don't trust

Tell me if you with me, my nigga, or you gon' leave?
My main man turned to a hater off of some cheese

Never bite that hand that feed you, bro, niggas 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 man turned to a hater, this shit is deep, over money
You would 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 feel the East up with hunnids
Make a freak fuck for nothin', I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs
Every time my nigga 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

You know a nigga came from the slums
Was crackin' to the Pastor, still got faith in all the guns
He in hell with a drum on a nigga, if not three
It got one a nigga, give 'em my all, I don't stunt on my niggas
Tell me if you with me, my nigga, or you gon' leave?
Why I never get the same love? 'Cause I'm me
And my judge told me you could be somethin' special, on Reece
How the fuck am I stressed, I 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 that hand that feed you, bro, niggas 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 man turned to a hater, this shit is deep, over money
You would 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 feel the East up with hunnids
Make a freak fuck for nothin', I don't beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs
Every time my nigga 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 out-
Come on, come on

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Danny Lee Snoddgrass, Dion Hayes, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Rio Francisco Levya, Tanner Katich