Who made this beat?
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah
Twysted Genius, baby
SCALEZ (GP)
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted made away
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 niggas 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 having money now, so talk to me different
Run the hunnids through the money counter before we deposit it
Life good, bitch bad, everything exotic
I'm cool with waitin' a lil' longer for somethin' I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
These clowns is talking 'bout Elo, I'm trippin' over words
It was SuperBowl night, wish he ain't make serve
Have you ever got that phone call that made ya heart drop
Problems every time you turn around, you live a hard knock
Free my niggas, heard the feds caught him pickin' up a box
Numbers switches on the glizzy, it came with the bump stop
I went back to where I grew up and I bought the residence
They come for me but I can't let them get me out my element
It's easy building up a name but can you keep it relevant?
Play on my name you see more choppas than veterans, homie
And I said what I said won't beat around the bush
Paint yo' block my favorite color red, now you a pound of kush
I could put my hands in my pocket, e'rybody with me pulling
These Cartiers remind me of the days when I was overlooked
Fuck up after fuck up, day by day, now I'm having my way
Reason you can't get yo' own steak 'cause you keep watching my plate
I been laying low, playing slow, stacking change
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain?
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain?
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted made away