Not Friendly

Uh-duh-duh-duh, yeah Yeah, uh, uh, yeah Uh, yeah, uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, uh Been talkin' to God, just need my peace, I had it hard, but I beat the streets Hop out the car, swing my glee, yeah, he prolly a star, but he not me I'm in this bitch with DDG, uh, told him we playin' for keeps I told you niggas stop playin' with me, I sent 'em killers, come lay when you sleep I bought my bitch Van Cleef, I ain't gotta talk, my bands speak Lookin' at songs my fans leaked, let off some shots if your mans creep Before I leave the crib, a Glock new gen' when you see my hand reach Don't act like we locked in or you my kin 'cause I'm not friendly, uh Somewhere in LA hittin' bad bitches, I really did that often I remember I was shootin' my shot and missin', I had to work on my offense I ain't shit but a dawg, nigga, and a stepper, I left my paw print Plus I'm a millionaire with eight figures, that's the main reason I talk shit Please don't compare us, we not them, Rolex match the B, I'm trim Since 2014, been Too Turnt for Tim, dunk on shit and hang on the rim Me and my squad'll run the whole gym, show you how to ball a bitch, I'm a pimp Big-ass stick, so I walk with a limp, 40 on me like Shawn Kemp We in the field, but we score like the Celtics, run down on 'em, knock off his helmet With two Glocks, rock out like Elvis, we grew up young and rebellious Bro window low on the hit like he don't need no assist, he gettin' selfish Guess yo' flaws don't exist, act like you never see this shit, but I felt it, uh Been talkin' to God, just need my peace, I had it hard, but I beat the streets Hop out the car, swing my glee, yeah, he prolly a star, but he not me I'm in this bitch with DDG, uh, told him we playin' for keeps I told you niggas stop playin' with me, I sent 'em killers, come lay when you sleep Thank God I ain't had to kick in doors, 2014, I lost my bro He was outside, he was totin' 'em poles, but he'd act normal when we was at home I deal with life shit on my own, ain't got time to be talkin' on phones Can't be cryin', I'm way too grown, my heart too cold, that shit like stone In and outta court for shit, can't blame me, I blame my dick My exes know that I ain't shit, but since I'm him, I still get picked Since 19, I been got rich, I made Ms off music, bitch How you judge but can't make hits? I hop on stage, the crowd get lit They speak down but jock my swag, I'm that nigga, I can't get mad Folks online, they touch they phone and speak on me but don't touch grass All this talk 'bout who I bag, when they hate, I read and laugh 'Cause if I seen that user in person, they gon' wanna flick up for they 'Gram, uh They ain't check on my mental in a minute Too busy for distractions, fuck my feelings Gotta take care of my family, they dependin' 'Cause if I lose it all, then that's the endin' of us Been talkin' to God, I need my peace, I had it hard, but I beat the streets Hop out the car and swing my glee, they prolly a star, but he not me I'm in this bitch with Polo G, huh, told him we playin' for keeps I told you niggas stop playin' with me, I sent 'em killers, come lay when you sleep, uh I bought my bitch Van Cleef, I ain't gotta talk, my bands speak Lookin' at songs my fans leaked, let off some shots if your mans creep Before I leave the crib, a Glock new gen' when you see my hand reach Don't act like we locked in or you my kin 'cause I'm not friendly, uh