Strictly for My Niggaz - WELL$

Bitch I’m the man round my city now

Ain’t got the keys but these niggas know I hold it down

Like a midwife

Talking loose like we been tight

But I’m searching, still searching

For deeper meaning and purpose

Now tell me is you worth it

Too much conversation is worthless

And I told y’all niggas

I don’t wanna feel like I owe y’all niggas

Started from the mud and I made my shit

No handouts, I don’t even approach y’all niggas

Stay cool, your lane, ain’t mine

So I distance myself

Immaculate taste, niggas acting like I really did shit myself

Running with the homies but I might as well be myself

See me, see them, see them, see me

Tell me how I’m sposed to feel

Poster boy but I’m close to real

They hate the fact that they love me

I’m guessing this how Jesus feel

No matter where I roam I’m feeling how Caesar feel

20 thousand miles from home

Even though I say I got it on my own

I’m still thankful for

My niggas

My niggas

My niggas

Hey hey

It’s been me, both Mike and Wesley, while Alex been overseas

While Bill been working the phone I got Lucho bringing me heat

PGMW in the back

Don’t let him roll up his sleeves

Packing all that you lack

Keep the water for the b’s nigga

It’s been me and my bitch and my set

How niggas raising the bar but they can’t speak with their chest

I swear they don’t pay attention

I been killing for two summers

I don’t need another victim

But I will do it

19 but I’m still moving

Niggas Twitter talk, we call that still movement

Ok, you see, it’s been me and my niggas from the jump

With the same goals

Get my city from the slump with the same hoes

Niggas really can’t do one

Damn, all these dreams ain’t got to buy one

Court side, giving praise to the most high

Niggas cross the line, I got niggas on both sides

Oh lord, let me talk my shit

Since Hakim they ain’t had it like this

Dream shaking with the money and the word on my grip

Fo eyes with the four five

Bet I won’t miss

Waited like 4 years just to talk my shit

Left the crib at 17 and I ain’t had to pop since

Shit, I need a mil when I come home

Cos mumma got a mouth I can’t control

She said she listen to Control like

I ain’t shot it, like I ain’t bout it, like I be damned

I ain’t there yet but I’m one hell of a man

I do it for all my fans and my mans and I’m ghost