Lyrics
Yeah, I stick to my plan even when they wasn't givin' a chance
Despite not being given an opportunity, I stick to my plan.
Stay with my shooter, don't give him a chance
I remain loyal to my friend who is my shooter, not giving others a chance.
They be on fake, I ain't shakin' they hands
I avoid associating with insincere people, refusing to shake their hands.
They sellin' their soul, they ain't sellin' no grams
Others compromise their integrity, not earning from drug sales but selling their soul.
Hop on the stage, they takin' a stand
When I perform on stage, I take a firm stand for what I believe in.
Be on they head, I ain't starvin' again
I'm determined not to suffer from hunger or poverty again.
Pull up and shorty is eyeing the bands
Arriving somewhere, a girl is showing interest in the money.
Yeah, you could try me hop in the V and I floor it I'm shootin' the stick, I'm scorin
I accelerate in a car, using a gun, and achieving my goals, scoring in life.
Five piece, can't even show no love bitch, you be borin
With five people, I don't show affection or interest because it's boring.
Think she a baddie, but I told her to stay away when I be pourin'
A girl who thinks she's attractive is warned to stay away when I'm indulging.
Stealin' the stat sheet of all of the rappers who claimin' they whipping a foreign
I'm exposing other rappers who falsely claim they own expensive foreign cars.
Yeah, I stick to my plan even when they wasn't givin' a chance
Same as previous interpretations (Lines 1-11).
Stay with my shooter, don't give him a chance
-They be on fake, I ain't shakin' they hands
-They sellin' their soul, they ain't sellin' no grams
-Hop on the stage, they takin' a stand
-Be on they head, I ain't starvin' again
-Pull up and shorty is eyeing the bands
-It don't matter if they just got it
-She ain't no baddie, she tryna cash it
-Don't wanna die, I just wanna run it
-That's my bag, I seen it comin
-Took some loss, but I got it back
-That shit was old we didn't know what we had
-Your shit is old, now I'm feelin' all bad
-Robbin' your shit, I'm gettin' it back
-Bitches be knowin' I fuck and I'm gone
-Bitches be knowin' I come with a cost
-Get to it first, I feel like you lost
-I don't even fold, I come with a cross
-Try me hop in the V and I floor it I'm shootin' the stick, I'm scorin
-Five piece, can't even show no love bitch, you be borin
-Think she a baddie, but I told her to stay away when I be pourin'
-Stealin' the stat sheet of all of the rappers who claimin' they whipping a foreign
-Yeah, I stick to my plan even when they wasn't givin' a chance
-Stay with my shooter, don't give him a chance
-They be on fake, I ain't shakin' they hands
-They sellin' their soul, they ain't sellin' no grams
-Hop on the stage, they takin' a stand
-Be on they head, I ain't starvin' again
-Pull up and shorty is eyeing the bands
Upon arriving, a girl is eyeing the money or valuables.
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