Hurtin

Cook that shit up, Quay What's the chances that you'd make it from the bottom Let's go Verse 1 Gotta beat the odds, I'm tryna blend in Blend Hit that boy so many times, he made CNN Fear of God pants, I?don't?fear?men Pull up in?an old-school, the?fifty in the rear end, big dawg Takin' chances, gettin' packs, and tryna get 'em back I watched the law take my bro, I'm tryna get him back I pray to God that I don't have to get nobody whacked Ain't gettin' into that, I try to tell 'em facts Chorus What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil' Huh And you really come from sleepin' out the projects What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil' Huh And your two main men catch a body Verse 2 I got it the worstest, I ain't have to rehearse this Made me who I am, I'm gettin' bands, I'm breakin' curses Trap spot do six figures, still got sheets for curtains Excuse me as I go off, have flashbacks in my verses, I'm tellin' you I done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'em Beefin' with my partners, do a nigga like I never knew him Fucked around and seen her with a nigga, I woulda never knew it Always talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do, but I don't ever do it, yeah Beefin' with myself Keep pourin' that syrup up, knowin' it don't help No It's like I got money to please everybody else They act like they with you, but I'm knowin' they don't care They in it for self Yeah, I got it for sale if it's rollin' Rollin' I got out of jail and I showed 'em Showed 'em Couple bitches know they wish they would've held it down It feel like they build me up, try to tear me down Chorus What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil' Huh And you really come from sleepin' out the projects What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil' Huh And your two main men catch a body Verse 3 I gotta stay solid I grew up 'round dope boys, I don't need no stylist I got grown man money, can't be actin' childish No childish I've been through too much shit, barely even smile Huh Sippin' on this red, I wish bro was with me now Now It was time that we'll go broke, we'll pick a play and take 'em down Kick me when I'm down, when I get up, I'll prolly shit on you I can't even lie, I'll prolly see 'em, I just spit on them These pieces I got lit on me, this piece I got gon' hit on men I ain't ever did no fraud, but I'm known for pullin' cards Ask about me in my neighborhood, I'm known for goin' hard I've been bustin' on that glizzy ever since I had got robbed Bah-bah, bah-bah I done really beat the odds Chorus What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil' Huh And you really come from sleepin' out the projects What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil' Huh And your two main men catch a body What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil' Huh And you really come from sleepin' out the projects What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil' Huh And your two main men catch a body Outro I got it the worstest