"The Fan" lyrics

Lame niggas, man, I don't know why niggas keep-
Like actin' like this shit ain't what it was or what it is
You know this your boy, man, you know what I'm sayin'
No matter the kid, man, I just keep goin'
I keep grindin', I keep shinin', I shine hard, bro
It don't matter how it goes, you feel me, it just-
Ayy, yeah

Like how you ain't wishin' for me when I only want you to win
Know I'ma keep it too real though, sure I won't fold, break or bend
I hit a lick with my brother, we tryna get up on some bands
We couldn't duck from the heater, so now we all tuckin' the fan
Next thing I knew, you passed, and that wasn't part of the plan
Bitches be droppin' it on me, it's like I just threw up the ends
God still blessin' the kid and I gotta pray for my sins

Yeah, I need all that breesh in advance (Whew)
You don't want us changin' our stance (Go)
Stack 'til you can't, 'cause you can't
Want my kid to ball, Larry Nance
Fronted them grams hand to hand
And thankful I took me a chance
Hurt when you cut off your mans
But shit get way bigger than friends
Real Ls in loyalty, I hope we can figure out answers
Know that my vision is tunneled, I'm still out here fuckin' these dancers
Prada on eighth in my funnel, I'm higher and flyer than prancer
Some times you gon' rumble to get yourself on the offensive
Long as you make it back home, I'm never gon' look at you lesser (Go)
Bro had a safe like he grown by seventeen, countin' up extras
Told me to build up the clientele, that's who gon' pay for the Tesla
Niggas go fed and tell, it's hard for the plugs and the steppers
We kickin' it out of the way, though you know it's all part of the method (Go)
Shit, we go hard in the paint, on play like a blunt and a catcher
Shawty still hope she gets saved, but shit ain't no cape in the schedule
You gonna grow from the pain, but there ain't no rank and a medal (Yeah)
I could've lost you today, I heard it went straight to the barrel (Go)

Like how you ain't wishin' for me when I only want you to win
You know I'ma keep it too real for sure, I won't fold, break or bend
I hit a lick with my brother, we tryna get up on some bands
We couldn't duck from the heater, so now we all tuckin' the fan
Next thing I knew, you passed, and that wasn't part of the plan
Bitches be droppin' it on me, it's like I threw up all the ends
God still blessin' the kid, but I gotta pray for my sins

She threw that ass in a circle, it's puttin' ya' boy in a trance
Knowin' I'm hittin' the mall with a check and I'll spend an advance
Twenty-three M4 gon' slide in the strip and my vision enhanced
Gettin' free money online, it's like my dawg put in them grants
Watch how you steppin' 'cause real life you know that the devil gon' dance
They couldn't walk in a mile, let alone fit in these pants
I couldn't help but to smile when I got to thumb through the bands
We ain't into shakin' new hands, we ain't into makin' new friends
I'm into hangin' with buyers in case they go raisin' the rents
I know I hustle for every new penny I make and might get
Momma said it's from the heart, regardless so they can't be this
I can't forget where I came from and that way I'll never be finished
Like-

Like how you ain't wishin' for me when I only want you to win
Know I'ma keep it too real, for sure I won't fold, break or bend
I hit a lick with my brother, we tryna get up on some bands
Knew we couldn't duck from the heater, so now we all tuckin' the fan
Next thing I knew, you passed, and that wasn't part of the plan
Bitches be droppin' it on me, it's like I threw up all the ends
God still blessin' the kid, but I gotta pray for my sins