It Get Deeper Pt. 2

Never bite that hand that feed you, bro, niggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved, bitches be cheatin’
Finally got my hand on some paper, I’m gettin’ even
Main man turnt to a hater, this shit is deep, over money
You would turn your back on your brother ’cause of money
I don’t know a bitch who really love me, ain’t that funny?
I could feel the East side with hundreds
Make a freak fuck for nothin’, I don’t beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscin’ ’bout my dawgs
Every time my nigga call, I show out for him
My bitch been in the house, of course, I been goin’ out more
But fuck I need clout for? I can’t be outscored
(Nigga, I can’t be outscored, ayy, I can’tbe outscored)
For all my niggas that’s callin’, bitch, I’m still ballin’
Forty-three for these and I paid Mike Jordan
But a player might stop, we just sell ’em like Ox’
See a hatin’ nigga, pop ’em, gettin’ rich, took all they options
Bitch, I grew up the doctors, you lil’ niggas impostors
Might invest a couple houses all in Houston for my youngins
We’re lookin’ for the pints of Wocky
Who ain’t gettin’ money? Stop
But I might up a million dollars
I done fucked a million bitches
Bitch, I got a million problems, nah, for real
Next time a nigga diss us, he gettin’ killed
Bitches think they stickin’, stickin’ up, baby, I see you
If you think you can do this shit without me, then so be it
Don’t waste my time and my money, gettin’ spent on the pills
Cribs on her heels, bad bitch who like to chills
Doggybone on her nails, free my fuckin’ uncle Neff
Million dollars on this belt, I don’t give a fuck no more
Real recognize real, nah, I don’t trust no ho
Real recognize real, nah, I don’t trust
Tell me if you with me, my nigga, or are you gon’ leave?
Main mans turned to a hater, all for some cheese
Never bite that hand that feed you, bro, niggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved, bitches be cheatin’
Finally got my hand on some paper, I’m gettin’ even
Main man turnt to a hater, this shit is deep, over money
You would turn your back on your brother ’cause of money
I don’t know a bitch who really love me, ain’t that funny?
I could feel the East side with hundreds
Make a freak fuck for nothin’, I don’t beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscin’ ’bout my dawgs
Every time my nigga call, I show out for him
My bitch been in the house, of course, I been goin’ out more
But fuck I need clout for? I can’t be outscored
Nigga, I can’t be outs-
You know a nigga came from the slums
Cracking to the past, still got faith in all the guns
Hand held with a drum on a nigga, if not three
It got one a nigga, give my all, I don’t stunt on my niggas, ayy
Tell me if you with me, my nigga, or you gon’ leave?
Why I never get the same love? ‘Cause I mean it
My drugs told me you could be somethin’ special, on Recey
How the fuck am I stressed, they thought I don’t need you
Back and forth on this tether, it ain’t easy
Momma please show me how to save my money
Remember, calm down, ninety days, I’m comin’
Never bite that hand that feed you, bro, niggas greedy
Never felt what it was like to be loved, bitches be cheatin’
Finally got my hand on some paper, I’m gettin’ even
Main man turnt to a hater, this shit is deep, over money
You would turn your back on your brother ’cause of money
I don’t know a bitch who really love me, ain’t that funny?
I could feel the East side with hundreds
Make a freak fuck for nothin’, I don’t beef much at all
Still in the hood reminiscin’ ’bout my dawgs
Every time my nigga call, I show out for him
My bitch been in the house, of course, I been goin’ out more
But fuck I need clout for? I can’t be outscored
I can’t be outs-, come on