Hurtin

Cook that shit up, Quay What's the chances that you 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, fuck 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 on wanting syrup, but knowin' it don't help (It don't) 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 been through too much shit, barely even smile (Huh?) Sippin' on this bale, I wish bro was with me now (Now) It was time that we 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