UGG Low - Everything's Personal
Everybody say they like how I do things
Had to get my own routine
Couldn't live long with hoop dreams
Had a couple dogs switch teams
Had to do my own research, tryna get all of the cream
Boss talk with the boss team
Looking at your favorite rapper like Offspring
Tryna let the coupe top down and just holla out Hakuna Matata
Lot of folks don't get scooped from bottom
Niggas tried to hit the gas on me, I guess they forgot that they a student driver
A scary motherfucker will shoot somebody
Drive the whip with the tool inside it
Never know when you need to get violent
Told the dawgs that I'm riding with them, it don't matter how the shit goes
But don't you dare step on my toes
Because I stand on all of those
I'm from a place where only in daytime you can order some Dominoes
I let them hate on they Facebook and FaceTime, they don't say that shit to my nose
Disrespect truly get you exposed
Or at least to some of that degree you know
I be trying to tell people you ain't gotta act hard, be a real nigga or something
Just keep it 100 with me, feel me
Totally
How could you fold on me
Sipping on liquor and all of it's potency
Stuck in them trenches like World War explosioning
I'm tryna eat, need a bag with some groceries
Guess they hating on me now because they realizing that they ain't as cold as me
Reach me in my DM's, you ain't got my number because you ain't close to me
God point a finger and chosen me
So what I look like giving all this talent up
Funny when the money do balance out, it fuck the family balance up
Funny when I always get counted out, I carry even less cause I'm counting up
Funny when you say what you about, it sound like everybody else's stuff
Man, ya'll boy just funny
So excuse my French
Why you niggas always watching my shit
You don't like, you don't share, you don't comment on shit
Ain't talking my business, make it make sense
Will someone please make it make sense
Hate in your heart, something like the Grinch
Starting with me get you put on the bench
Ask why I go hard cause I ain't get shit
Swear I came from the dark, 5% tint
Who made out your hood like 5%
Written by:
De'Shaun Jacobs
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