A.D.G.2.H.

You don’t get it, you don’t know me
But you claim you da' homie
You said you had my back dawg, whatever
You lucky all dawgs go to heaven
Do you know what I can’t stand?
A homie, claiming he a homie, claiming that he love you, praying on your
downfall, Uh
Do I care though?
Not at all
1 3 5 blast off, Uh
Lens I see through? Kinda dark
Sorry, not sorry blame the alcohol
You not finna ride the wave of my accomplishments for the second time, Uh
Claiming you was from the trenches but it’s obvious, you was really not, Uh
Dropped a couple Benny families for the double down
Boy it’s different now
We partner companies ain’t no dependents or no favors
We cut the burden out, Uh
It’s certain language barriers
They caught up in imagination chariots
Because of clout the future getting scarier
Scary, scary, scary, scary
They only want the look
Only riding with me ‘cause you know what I’m about
If I knew back then what I do right now
You wouldn’t be around
You wouldn’t wear me out
You rot my brain
I hate you, Uh
You don’t get it, you don’t know me
But you claim you da' homie
You said you had my back dawg, whatever
You lucky all dawgs go to heaven
Once upon time there was
Somebody that they wouldn’t show love
Somebody that they wouldn’t let in
Somebody that they love
Hatin' on me
Cuz they can’t control me
Cuz I build my own teams
And I will kill yo dreams
If they superficial
Cuz I’m so official
And you wastin' yo time
Aiming straight for the
Lime light clout chase
32 teeth in my face
I’m guess I’m the goose that lays the golden egg
For these lames that need another leg up
Get yo bread up
Ain’t no homie rate
Ain’t no, «Let's link»
Ain’t no Soundcloud
Here’s my business card
You can call the office
Ima repeat incase y’all forgot it
No more demos without a deposit
I be taxing ain’t no non-profit
Ima confirm amongst all the gossip
Is he a jerk? Hmmm… not really
But it’s in your best interest not to cross him
Ion need no more, I got plenty of friends
But I do need more of these here Benjamins
Cashapp or PayPal, those my preferences
Y’all talkin bout classics we the references
You don’t get it, you don’t know me
But you claim you da' homie
You said you had my back dawg, whatever
You lucky all dawgs go to heaven