Noddin'

You ever have a hundred-ninety grand land on your steps? Or lose a best friend, another candle is lit The dreams turn to nightmares, yeah, the money is nice But the life change quick when you caught in the light The bottle half empty, I'll be noddin' tonight Pour a couple hundred dollars in a bottle of Sprite The paint nasty on the Chevy, shit, this bitch look wet I'm glad the game did me well, I should've been up next (Shit) Five bedroom crib, I paid four M's (Four M's) They don't respect him in the city, they extort him (Extort him) Yeah, Off-White's crispy, but I'd rather wear J's And the drugs barely numb the pain, we really run the game Everybody hatin' on me, but they waitin' on me My next move will make 'em sick I'm takin' all the money (Want it all) They want smoke, I got a fresh run (Fresh run) Yeah, move a couple boxes, let the rest come (Where they at?) I'm sick of politics, pocket watchin' gotta stop (It gotta stop) Put it in the wall to rot, we don't really talk a lot Meet 'em at the parkin' lot, pull up and I make the drop Count the money, shake the spot, damn This whole block is hot (It's hot) Yeah, and we all got a firearm (Got a firearm) Do a show, set off fire alarms (Cloudy) Big Bern, I'm really clockin' (I'm really clockin') 2019, I want every single option We really active if the check right I'm noddin' off at the red light Seen too many come and go, but your boy still here I'm just glad to see another year Yeah, lil' fifty thousand on my neck right VVS's fuckin' up her left eye Yeah, ayy, free the killers on the tier We done shed a hundred tears, Lord knows they ain't happy there Yeah, we been on the road with the bags Got a low for that ass, fallin' asleep, finna crash Couple P's in the dash Slide mission, lil' diamond 'nem die trippin' Ayy, you gon' get your hands dirty in this line of business Or you gon' get your shit noodled, you don't mind your business Two times strike offended, and you know we ridin' with it I just lost my youngin, watch him go from boys to men Stranded in the trenches, just tryna avoid the pen Tryna avoid the felons who hate me for what I did Tryna avoid my family who hate me for how I live You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' if you ain't takin' no trips You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' if you ain't bangin' no sticks Mercedes is on my wrist, authorities on my dick I'm bangin' off the rip, just regular gangster shit Starin' at your grave like, "Niggas gon' pay for this" It hurt to know your daughters won't see your facials again Lil' brudda facin' like ten, he ain't takin' a ten I file with CPS, like, "You ain't takin' my kids" The people found his seed, that's just how niggas is They killin' 'bout where we live, it's killers that's truly missed I do this shit for my moms, so she ain't gotta wash the piss Off the toilet seat to see the way they slave I been destroyin' me for real though, most importantly I do this for my section, it's the fourth of me We gotta get it right and do it cordially We really active if the check right I'm noddin' off at the red light Seen too many come and go, but your boy still here I'm just glad to see another year Yeah, lil' fifty thousand on my neck right VVS's fuckin' up her left eye Yeah, ayy, free the killers on the tier We done shed a hundred tears, Lord knows they ain't happy there