(We got London on the track) You was fakin' it all along Felt that shit inside my bone Had a feelin' you had told When I felt it in my soul And you know your word ain't strong 'Cause they know you gettin' old Ever since I been on We give the trenches hope Yeah, yeah Yeah, keep it a buck, it ain't nobody fuckin' with us I can't sit 'round talkin' about other niggas That shit old, I don't care what he did We was cool, but it is what it is now Broke as fuck, used to live at my man's house I work hard, they ain't give me no handouts Bro ain't really a opp, he just fanned out Can't believe we just slept on the same couch How you play like it's fuck me then come back And switch up and ask me for somethin' with the same mouth? We have spots in the hood, make sure everyone good Beat that bitch for too months then we change out We could be anywhere, we gon' bang out If you see me, they pay me, I don't hang out I got too many cars, need a bigger garage Call the realtor, tell her to change house This shit deep, I take care of my kids side of they family I'm too rich to let somebody handle me Nah, for real, I pay rent for my young niggas mama'nem We got away on the chase, I was one of them Pay attention to me, you could run it up I ain't drove it in weeks, gotta warm it up You gon' D-I-E if you come at us Got a Richard Mille, it's a one-of-one I was stuck on the block, ain't have nothin' comin' in Every time I fell, I got back up again I'm gon' practice 'til I fuckin' win We ain't brothers, I don't call you niggas twin Got the hittas trailin' me inside a Benz Everything I got on I'm tryna times ten And I don't fuck with y'all niggas, I ain't friendly I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me? You complainin', and you don't even gotta be I'ma turn up for everyone watchin' me I'm on point with this shit 'cause I gotta be I ain't trippin', I just wanna live good Woulda gave you my all, probably still would When I can't get no drank, I don't feel good Been all over the world, but I'm still hood I wasn't born with a silver spoon You ask me for drugs, I can't get 'em gone My uncle want drugs, I'll give it to him He thinkin' he me when I put him on Auntie fuckin' in the bedroom I had to sleep inside a nigga bathroom Puttin' duct tape on the air mattress, so the air wouldn't really leave from Real niggas on standby, all that fake love, I don't need none I don't really talk cash with a bitch unless the bitch really need some One nigga told me he started with dimes and nicks, he say he gon' die with a brick One nigga told me forever gon' carry his gun, that nigga died with his stick I grew up with a little bit of death, and my uncle had cancer, I had to share a room with a junkie I told you I grew up the toughest, came from nothin', had to wash up with a bucket Police had told me slow down when I be in the city 'cause they say I'm startin' a ruckus Fucked the bitch then give the bitch a plan B, and told her this shit come with my money I kept it real with you, why would you lie to me? You complainin', and you don't even gotta be I'ma turn up for everyone watchin' me I'm on point with this shit 'cause I gotta be I ain't trippin', I just wanna live good Woulda gave you my all, probably still would When I can't get no drank, I don't feel good Been all over the world, but I'm still hood Felt that shit inside my bone And you know your word ain't strong 'Cause they know you gettin' old (We got London on the track) Yeah, yeah