Nada To Prada
{CHORUS}

I run with some killers
I run with some monster
Lil nigga you fraud imposter
We eat the noodles not the pastas
Pull up on you blowing smoke like a Rasta
I want the money not clout
And she Shaking her ass for the gram
Ooh you withchu ur friend he could get popped
Nigga I don’t give Dammm
Ooh she wanna play, making moves outta state
I made vow, chasing bags everyday
I Pray to god, let my Patna bit the case
That’s wasn’t all
They made him go on the race

{BRIDGE}

What go
{VERSE}

Use to serve bags by the playground
Now riding round with a 100 round
Shoot him in the head dats a man down
Ion give no fucks if they hate me
Quit all that kappin get ur bread up
It’s a price  on ur head till you pay us
I got love for brothers since day 1
I Can’t sleep I be think about the profits
Picture me riding around in a Bentley
In the trap boy you know I ain’t fronting
When I pop out u know that I’m stunning
Yea that young nigga came up from nothing
Say you real u gon have to show me
Al Pacino I’m the plug with the socket
Movado my wrist and i gucci my collar
Had to work harder and smarter
You ain’t on it if you ain’t bout the cash
True story mimi went on a dash
He tried to run off he got shot in the back
They move like the seals u won’t hear they coming
On top of the mountain you know where to find me
I stay out the way cuz this life ain’t game
I pray to Allah we see better days
I was in streets and it wasn’t safe
I sit back and think while I face an eighth
We was down bad they cannot relate
Why they gon change on me now?
I’m on the road to the riches
Problems on problems didn’t know how to cope
Till a young nigga went and got him a pole
Ducking patrol tryna send a load
If you get it stash it and don’t tell a soul
They gon wanna take it gotta keep a chrome
Paper chasing I ain’t had a job
Broke my wrist in the pot whipping the rockkk
On to of my shit the niggas can’t stop us
{CHORUS}

I run with some killers I run with some monster
Lil nigga you fraud imposter
We eat the noodles not the pastas, Pull up on you blowing smoke like a Rasta
I want the money not clout And she shake her ass for the gram
Ooh you withchu ur friend he could get popped
Nigga I don’t give Dammm
Ooh she wanna play, making moves outta state
I made vow, chasing bags everyday
I Pray to god, let my Patna bit the case
That’s wasn’t all, they made him go on the race