Текст песни Face Diddy - 4muchrayray

Hop up out the whip and keep it running
If I feel it's pressure, ash it out like it's nothing
I can go a hundred bars and running
They been asking for a compilation, bitch it's coming

I'm just trynna see a bigger picture
Flip a couple packs I'm trynna touch them bigger figures
I'm just trynna do it with my niggas
Spit it how I feel it, never written like a scripture

Trynna turn a dime into a quarter
Flip it to the whole thing I'm jumping in that water
I got old hundreds, stacked inside my wall just like a hoarder
Take these blue hundreds, give it to my bitch I got to spoil her

Know you see that new foreign, pull up burn the tires out
All alone when he lost it, now he got it he gone wild out
Know I'm never lacking, pistol packing at my vibe house
Used to share the pistol, yesterday was at my guy's house

Plotting on a hundred mil
It was lonely at the bottom shed a hundred tears
Started climbing to the top, I lost a couple peers
Had to charge it to the game cause that's just what it is

I feel like niggas ain't the same no more
I felt that shit and I don't want to feel that pain no more
Sometimes you gotta trim that fat or that shit ain't gone grow
Running with this shit on top my back it got my ankle swole
But fuck it though, I ain't gone fold

Riding with like 30 in a Tesla, If I got to bring it to your door you know it's extra
Why the fuck you trynna keep up with a boss you know it's levels
Niggas ran off on the plug I never crossed him, I was clever
I was trynna get that cheddar

Make that money how you make it, bring it home to the fam
Never switch up on your partners, lot of niggas turning ham
Having visions about a grammy, but he steady bagging grams
Every since I lost my momma, I ain't really gave a damn

Coming from where we come from you got serve some
We just trynna earn some
Nigga said fuck school, hit the streets and learned some

Long nights and early mornings, he just trynna burn some
Judge threw the book at him, guess he ain't never learn none