Текст песни Take It from Me - Mark Konye , King Konye

How my post to trust a bitch when she never trust me
Well I′m sorry for your loss everybody loves me
Everyone around got bad intentions cause I'm making money
Everything I worked for that I got they tryna take it from me
Now I ain′t put you on, sorry for ya loss
Ridding round drop top imma fucking boss
All these hating niggas on my body tryna shake em off
I can't make no mistake I can't take a loss

Everything I ever wanted you can′t take it from me funny
How these niggas on ya dick when you making money
Don′t get it twisted I'm the same kid you used to talk down to
Errybody say they on ya side to be around you
Now everyone making beats
Now everyone making verses
And everyone want a feature
I′m dubbing niggas on purpose
They used to say I was worthless
All my grinding ain't worth it
I′m grinding I'm really working
Now seeing me′s prolly hurting
I make the industry nevervous, ha
Bitch niggas
Every time I'm in the booth, it's a hit nigga
Audemar on my wrist if I wish nigga
Bust down patek on my wrist and my bitch nigga
Hating on me and I′m getting you merked
Oh, they used to treat me the worst
Same niggas that be all on my dick
Same niggas that be wanting a verse
Same niggas that′ll say they hit ya
Now they playing witcha tryna get a picture
Come my way nigga and I'm gonna hit ya
I ain′t playing wit ya
The games full of paranoia and fake love
And losing trust in people in the places you came from
Used to hold it in ya heart, you can't wait till the day comes
But now ya realist friends, are ya checks and ya paysr stubs
But I ain′t care I ain't a regular man
A couple homies switched up and got ahead of the plan
All these jealous niggas
Hate me cause I′m head of the klan
They want the, money and fame
Instead of the fam

How my post to trust a bitch when she never trust me
Well I'm sorry for your loss everybody loves me
Everyone around got bad intentions cause I'm making money
Everything I worked for that I got they tryna take it from me
Now I ain′t put you on, sorry for ya loss
Ridding round drop top imma fucking boss
All these hating niggas on my body tryna shake em off
I can′t make no mistake I can't take a loss

They wanna take just what I didn′t have
But I can't blame you my mistake, that I′m in my bag
That I couldn't even face the fact, that a kid who soft spoken made a face from rap uh
They wanna take just what we didn′t have
I remember long nights, that were really sad
I know I'm looking in the past but it kills me
I'd catch a case for what I have, pleading guilty
Come in to the game that′s where they choke
Come in to the game its not a joke, nigga
Face down passed out
That′s just when I grassed out
Took my life and made a cypher now I only cash out
I done merked too many beats this shit ain't even funny
Talk down to the boy you ain′t making money
Disrespect linger from the past to the future
More cash for my ass and ya girl if it suits her
Cause I've come too far to not think about the things people used to say
Now we running up a check, what we say
When we running up a check
Always coming at cha neck
When you running up a check
That′s when they start to move funny what we saying Paul

How my post to trust a bitch
(How my post to trust a bicth)
When she never trust me
Well I'm sorry for your loss everybody loves me
(How my post to trust a bitch)
Everyone around got bad intentions cause I′m making money
Everything I worked for that I got they tryna take it from me
Now I ain't put you on
(Now I ain't putchu on)
Sorry for ya loss
Ridding round drop top
(Now I ain′t putchu on)
Imma fucking boss
All these hating niggas on my body tryna shake em off
I can′t make no mistake I can't take a loss