How Lyrics

How you my brother

But you turned your back when the shit got rough

That's why I got no love

That's why I got no trust

That's why I got my gun

And that's on blood

How many niggas gonna ride

How many of you gonna slide

All of my opps could die

Ain't bout money I ain't got the time

Fuck you talking nigga

You not with the bosses

I took losses

I put niggas on

And they still crossed me

Fucking phonies

Bitch I'm in the trenches

Used to play the bench

Now I'm in they mentions

Never question

Shit I ever said

Bitch I'm really with it

I be balling hard

Bitch this ain't no scrimmage

Gimme digits

I'ma let it all off

If they playing with my figures

Fuck it I jus gotta get that money

And stay blunted

All exotics I be rolling

Fifty five if you just want it

I Got plates

I Got eighths

Get my shit from outta state

I was broke

No one helped

So I say fuck then to they face

Bitch I'm really real

Still be in the field

Where they getting. Killed

Catch a drill

Never have a care

I'ma leave him there

Big gang

Niggas talking crazy til my clip bang

Get bank

Flip a couple packs then I switch states

All plates

Started off small selling all 8ths

All day

Shit was never easy took the hard way

All plays

But Joey he don't do games

That's too lame

Remember being broke

Same clothes for a few days

All facts

Never say I love you shit be all cap

Fall back

I know There'll back door for you small bag

How you my brother

But you turned your back when the shit got rough

That's why I got no love

That's why I got no trust

That's why I got my gun

And that's on blood

How many niggas gonna ride

How many of you gonna slide

All of my opps could die

Ain't bout money I ain't got the time