NO LABEL - Almighty Jay

Tell them what I did

You won’t tell them I looked out for you a couple times

When you couldn’t pay your rent

You gonna lie and say I didn’t

(I didn’t)

You ain’t gonna tell them I sent my steppers to step on your behalf

When you was beefing with them niggas

Had to lock in with myself

I had to focus on my business

I know you fucked my dawg

But you still lied and said you didn’t

God forgive, I don’t so don’t come ask me for forgiveness

Watched my closest homies change it turned me into a menace

We give out body bags, a lot of cash, I bought her a Prada bag

Her face wasn’t all that but I still fucked cause she got a lot of ass

My dawg can get anything he want from me

He knows he ain’t gotta ask

Gotta bitch from the hood and she street smart but she got a lot of class

I took them letters out my name, they started saying I was switching up

I then been down a couple times and you wasn’t there to come pick me up

I got a call from the hood, word around town they was trying to come stick me up

I got a call from my auntie, she said my cousin died I was sick as fuck

You change up and I didn’t make you

Just because I love you I won’t save you

You’re my brother no Cain and Abel

I’m the one that put food on the table

I felt like I didn’t have a voice I started beefing with my label

They didn’t care I was down and out, they didn’t give a fuck that I wasn’t

stable

They already knew I was hard but they was just hating

They didn’t wanna give me my credit

You turned your back you’re a fraud

My homies was snakes

I had to learn to accept it

I put my hood on my back but that wasn’t enough for them

Then my own cousin turned jealous

I love my auntie to death, but if he ever try me I gotta send him to heaven

Woah

Ain’t been to church, I hit my knees and pray

FN in my pants like fuck a nigga, my lawyer gonna beat the case

I ain’t trying to ignore you, I’m not in the mood I just need some space

My moma worried about me, she knew I was hurting last time she seen my face

$ 50,000 for this Cuban, I’m trying to fuck who trying to link

When the last time I used a rubber on a bitch, hold on I’m trying to think

She keep a handing me Casamigos, I get in my feelings everytime I drink

You can’t play me for a bitch, I know I’m a real nigga everytime I blink

I can’t stress no bitch I’m not that one nigga from 'Black Ink'

Anderson Street Almighty, I’m still the same nigga from the back street

They didn’t know it was a track hawk, they know we did a hit out a black Jeep

The same rap bitch that threw dirt on my name

Sucked my dick in the backseat

You nasty