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EVERYBODY AINT 4 YOU
Lil Bean
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Yeah, I'm from the gutter
When you look down, won't hurt us
Shoutout Ace, he a youngin
Niggas throwin' slick shots, I can curve that
You ain't ready for the streets, say where the curb at
Everybody ain't for you, had to learn that
Niggas catty, switchin' sides, you can't turn back, yeah, huh
Brother said, "Don't sign to them folks, they tryna own you"
Beaner, gotta watch what you do, they tryna clone you
Beaner, you could slip a lil' bit, just don't fumble
Gotta send that money every month, free my uncle
Lookin' at the diamonds in my ring, Royal Rumble
Bro ridin' 'round, banana clips, it's a jungle
And I still don't got no time to write, I be punchin'
Mama's lost her sister cancer, I miss my auntie
NFL, I yell, "Quit it," on 'cause it's contact
You don't gotta ask me if it's up, it's just beyond that
Niggas out here totin' big shit, ain't no compact
And I'm out here runnin' to that sack like a linebacker
Like I'm Earl after, hit your girl after
Niggas, they ain't even savage, they just girls rappin'
Doin' shit these niggas can't, I just don't broadcast it
See, these diamonds on my wrist look like them arms dancin'
Niggas throwin' slick shots, I can curve that
You ain't ready for the streets, say where the curb at
Everybody ain't for you, had to learn that
Niggas catty, switchin' sides, you can't turn back, yeah, huh
Brother said, "Don't sign to them folks, they tryna own you"
Beaner, gotta watch what you do, they tryna clone you
Beaner, you could slip a lil' bit, just don't fumble
Gotta send that money every month, free my uncle
Lookin' at the diamonds in my ring, Royal Rumble
Bro ridin' 'round, banana clips, it's a jungle
And I still don't got no time to write, I be punchin'
Mama's lost her sister cancer, I miss my auntie (Ayy, ayy)
I grew up in the Treys, it ain't sweet, it's a jungle
Niggas hatin' on me, it's a challenge to be humble
Every time I step, I be prayin' I don't stumble
I'm chasin' royalty, but I be ready for that rumble
Got some real game for a bitch if she gon' listen
I lost so many niggas, it be cloudin' my decisions
I keep a gun on me every day, I gotta risk it
Them niggas want some clout, they don't even want no chicken
We be in the field where it's contact
Rich nigga, but I feel like where the opps at
It be one up in the neck, ain't gotta cock back
These nerd niggas with the talkin', nigga, stop that
And any time they threw some shots, niggas shot back
Some of my niggas really killers, they do not rap
She think she finna get a bag, this is not that
I'll really put this F&N on your top hat
Niggas throwin' slick shots, I can curve that
You ain't ready for the streets, say where the curb at
Everybody ain't for you, had to learn that
Niggas catty, switchin' sides, you can't turn back, yeah, huh
Brother said, "Don't sign to them folks, they tryna own you"
Beaner, gotta watch what you do, they tryna clone you
Beaner, you could slip a lil' bit, just don't fumble
Gotta send that money every month, free my uncle
Lookin' at the diamonds in my ring, Royal Rumble
Bro ridin' 'round, banana clips, it's a jungle
And I still don't got no time to write, I be punchin'
Mama's lost her sister cancer, I miss my auntie