(Intro)
I don’t get too friendly with too many niggas
Cause they get too close and turn into some petty niggas
When I’m stocking profit they be pocket watching hard
I tell I’m play they part
(Chorus)
Cause they don’t really know what I’m made of
Or Who gon’ slide through
Or how I came up
Or what my ties do
On the East side
And on the West side
Looking at that family tree
You gon’ see who down for me
(Verse 1)
Ain’t a pop star
Boy I pop bands
I don’t ever hesi got a steady hand
These don’t even hit the gram
You don’t understand
But that’s cause getting to the cash
We got different plans so
I don’t get too friendly with too many niggas
Cause they get too close and turn into some petty niggas
When I’m stocking profit they be pocket watching hard
I tell I’m play they part
(Chorus)
Cause they don’t really know what I’m made of
Or Who gon’ slide through
Or how I came up
Or what my ties do
On the East side
And on the West side
Looking at that family tree
You gon’ see who down for me
(Verse 2)
I been on my Grown up
Never once been a loner
I was live no television
High school they probably tell ya different
Major leagues my game pro
So cool my game froze
Plate full of that scotch bonnet I stay spitting that flame though
I’m putting that on my last name
Right above some big digits
In the field I make a big difference
Seeing stars I blink different
NASA bars I think different
Probably why I’m so spaced out
Staring down that lane since the first day imma need space now
Cause
(Chorus)
Cause they don’t really know what I’m made of
Or Who gon’ slide through
Or how I came up
Or what my ties do
On the East side
And on the West side
Looking at that family tree
You gon’ see who down for me
Warzone was written by TCspades.
Warzone was produced by FrankDownNorth.