Out The Game (feat. Toohda Band$)

(Blame it on Monster)

Look
Prezi on my wrist, it cost me eighty bucks
How you a real nigga, but your jewelry fake as fuck?
I really come from nothing, I can't make this up
Every day hustlin', couple dollars, tryna scrape it up

I really made a million dollars in the trap
And made another five million just in rap
The house one-point-five, that's a fact
Niggas blew that pandemic money, they ain't think to stack
Rolls-Royce Cullinan cost four and some change
Thirty-six, half a kick and four in the thing

Internet beef just words exchanged
I was really on that street whippin' birds of 'caine
Soda in the beaker, used to feed the tweakers
Now we call it 'za, we used to call it reefer

Brick phones and Motorola beepers
Mama tell you get your ass home before she come and beat you
It's Philthy

Uh (The Butcher comin', nigga)
I be on that same shit
(You know real niggas gon' always link, street shit)
Uh

Sky-Dweller on my wrist cost a sixty-piece

I told Bass I'd make him rich if he
Stick with me (I'll make you rich, nigga)
My uncle live by the Bible, those was his beliefs (I get it)
The dope game, the coat game, I was a pimp in each
Fiftieth floor with a balcony, I'm up there puffin' an L
And got the kind of bitch with me I only fuck in hotels
This the feelin' that I got when I put those numbers on scales
But a hustler not a hustler 'less he get him somethin' to sell

They ask me 'bout rappers in my interviews, hmm, touchy subject (Damn)
I'd rather answer 'bout how quick I can count all this money comin'
And how when I planned it out, they ain't think
I was up to nothin' (They thought I was sonnin')
I can't help it, every time I spend fifty, a hundred comin'
And you should know that bein' a real
Nigga ain't won me nothin' (Nothin')
I put a nigga in position, that's that, I don't get nothin' from it

You got friends and enemies, and it's crazy when you makin' cash

'Cause the line between 'em thinner than a blade of grass

Butcher, ah

The real turn to fake, that lovin' turn to hate
He was tryna feed his kids, they sent my bro upstate
I told my youngin, "Before you do it, better switch the plates"

My kidneys failin', doctor told me I gotta quit the drank
Thinkin' 'bout my niggas, chain smokin', roll a P a day
Niggas tryna trick me off the streets, they tryna take my place
Yeah, I got my Rollie bustdown, but I ain't touch the face
Chillin' in the trenches with my niggas, I hang with apes and snakes
Throw me in the jungle, I come out that bitch in Bathing Ape

Ridin' with two pistols, the same shit he had off train today
We the kid snatchers, if you a bitch, then tuck your chain this way
We don't do no talkin', if it's up, we let the kayda swang
Boy, your diamonds cloudy, how the fuck you go to Johnny Dang?
He pulled up in a Scat, but this a 'Cat, these is not the same
Brodie put a fully on his Glock 'cause he ain't got no aim
Lame nigga could never knock no bitch 'cause he ain't got no game