Understood ft. Sheavy Langz Lyrics

Worried bout being around I told you that I got my plans and you understood

Yeah

Just how I count my breesh I count my blessings

Got my bands up and now I'm good

Now niggas saying I'm missing

How I'm distant

Niggas that's not my mans saying I'm Hollywood

Old hoes coming around bitching

Saying I'm switching

Judging me off my gram think I got it good

Yeah

Took a lot just to get to some money

Shit ain't never come easy

But I never cried when them days wasn't sunny

If I lose it all would you leave me or think that I'm a clown?

Or think that I'm bummy?

Nowadays can't come around I really think a lot about who really love me

Are you there for me or trynna take from me?

For my birthday I copped myself a Glock

It get lonely at the bottom not the top

Bitches love me cause they know bout what I got

Like I'm parking a nigga really been through a lot

If there's rats up in my circle hope they rot

Ain't no family if you turn into a cop

Shit is crazy how my mans became a opp

Shit is crazy how my mans became a

But I won't do that to myself I can't be fake with me

I gotta be official it's too late for me

My problems ain't no issue get away from me

In the field with nines like the major league

And ain't nothing that's mine

You could take from me

Still got faith in god faithfully

I don't ask for nothing just pray for me

I don't ask for nothing just pray for me

Worried bout being around I told you that I got my plans and you understood

Yeah

Just how I count my breesh I count my blessings

Got my bands up and now I'm good

Now niggas saying I'm missing

How I'm distant

Niggas that's not my mans saying I'm Hollywood

Old hoes coming around bitching

Saying I'm switching

Judging me off my gram think I got it good

Yeah

Niggas think that we be flexing

All this hard work we put in we need extra

You can't match my energy not in a Tesla

But we gon make sure you ain't next to us

They talking bout we changing

Only thing changing these fucking faces

My diamonds all white but I'm not a racist

I did track in high school I'm not gonna chase her

Uhh

Freaky Friday we gon trade places

I want you to see that this shit ain't easy

In the back of the Bach I can't see these creatures

Need a new pair of G Fazos got tired of creases

And it's been so long since I heard bout you

They can't see you get money these niggas get pitiful

I hold down my family make sure that it's plenty food

If rap don't work out then I'm back in my neighborhood

And that's why I'm distant

Momma used to warn me bout the fake and all the hate I never used to listen

Now your boy grown he got his own bag

But niggas think he moving different

Now they get the message

No I'm not violent but could get reckless

It's been a hell of year

500 racks you could scratch that right off the check list

Scratch it off

Worried bout being around I told you that I got my plans and you understood

Yeah

Just how I count my breesh I count my blessings

Got my bands up and now I'm good

Now niggas, now niggas saying I'm missing

How I'm distant

Niggas that's not my mans saying I'm Hollywood

Old hoes coming around bitching

Saying I'm switching

Judging me off my gram think I got it good