1325 ft. SB dee Lyrics

Uh, he got money on his mind, but them bitches lookin' fine

He love them blue hundreds, but its blood in his eyes

He seein' red, wanna say he do it for the guys, but they all dead

Never said he had a family, cause they all fed

Feelin' exhaustion, this life is awful without bread

Proceed with some caution, don't trust a partner

Them niggas Stephen', Curry cross ya

They gon' claim they love you, then off ya

Lil' bruh gon' need him a doctor

Cause God his heart in a coffin

Them bitches be cold, hearted

Don't know when the hoeing started

But bro, gon' play it smarter

He just stayin' to himself

Don't know when the vote started

But that pole by his belt

Been livin', strugglin', hunger

Ain't nobody ever helped

Nobody but Mone called him

The only nigga was there

He love that Romon artist

He be tellin' what you feel

He left him a voicemail

Cause Mone be busy as hell

I heard that you Mone, Bryant

Then I see you wasn't lyin

I'm lovin' what you doin

Your influence gettin' brighter

Cause all I knew was pain

And you changed that to price

Make a song about your manes

I'm knowin' they gon' like it

I told him, boy, I got you

As I'm writin', I almost cried

Let me tell you about my guy

Dark moments left my nigga blank

It's hard to keep your eyes open

All you see is fake

Remember rats in that kitchen sink

Dishes dirty

Gotta use your fuckin' hand to get a drink

We just wanted gold

Cuban links to Rolex, bold pink

But all we had was goals, sharin, clothes

Them bitches wanna link

I done did the realest

Niggas like me just might be extinct

He ain't even get a ring

But he was married to the East

Ref whistle all them shooters

Cause they carryin' for me

I ain't even got a hoop

No more, my man's the MVP

On demand, I still be that helpin' hand

When he need it

I got shooters on repeat

I'm only one callin' if you need me

I got blood inside my eyes

I wear my heart on my sleeves

I'm tryna get outside the trenches

Where there's roaches, where i'm sleep

I'm on the block with all my niggas

When I'm at home, I talk to demons

From a nine to five, I punch the clock

When the rap been sellin' dope

Now I punch the block

Steppin' dope inside my socks

When I see the cops

Bloodshed for all my brothers

I'ma swing that mop

Hard to crush how I make it down

But I turn mine to a block

Now let me see what real niggas by a

Show of hands

Manipulate your soldiers

Made them violent for a band

You don't really love them

Had them wildin' for a band

But you got on them new Balenciagas

For a band

Love to do each other

Like we mobbin' for the Klan

For the right dollar amount

And he'll slime his own mans

Interrogations

I was patient' for the silent of the Klan

Even though I know a killer

Like the silence of the lamb, nigga