"401 And Kingston" lyrics
I don't really talk about the shit I did In my past
All my niggas sayin' crazy, what's the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats
I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past
If you acting like you know me, I ain't fucking with that
You say you're my homie, no no no no
Ever since I got the money niggas acting different
I keep a premade nigga with me cause he pack it with him
I had some shawtys tryna play me like it's Activision
Even lying to my face, they call it cappin' nigga
On her knees and I made her sign the NDA
Now my chains are gold like the Mandalay
And you know the way I'm ballin', go the NBA
But am I acting different, no no no no
I don't really talk about the shit I did In my past
All my niggas sayin' crazy, what's the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats
I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past
If you acting like you know me, I ain't fucking with that
You say you're my homie, no no no no
Now I pull up in a new whip, never with a new chick
Where the fuck were you at when you saw me going through it
I was broke broke broke, pressing niggas on some bullshit
Now I live in Cali', that don't mean that I don't do this
I got niggas walking with a hammer we don't got no toolkits
Now I'm making money and investing on some jewel shit
And I'm bout to my a mansion with a courtyard and a pool yeah
And I'ma split it with my, bro bro bro bro's
I know that I'll be the best cause I don't know how to quit
Now I'm meeting all these niggas cause' there all in my shit
Saying fucking Switzerland and now it's all on my wrist
And I ain't have to hit the studio, I made this song in my crib
Never had no money, now I know how how it tastes
I just pulled up on my nigga and he whippin a race
Live fast, die young, and I live like a race
My momma told me, go slow, go slow
I don't really talk about the shit I did In my past
All my niggas sayin' crazy, what's the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats
I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past
If you acting like you know me, I ain't fucking with that
You say you're my homie, no no no no
All my niggas sayin' crazy, what's the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats
I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past
If you acting like you know me, I ain't fucking with that
You say you're my homie, no no no no
Ever since I got the money niggas acting different
I keep a premade nigga with me cause he pack it with him
I had some shawtys tryna play me like it's Activision
Even lying to my face, they call it cappin' nigga
On her knees and I made her sign the NDA
Now my chains are gold like the Mandalay
And you know the way I'm ballin', go the NBA
But am I acting different, no no no no
I don't really talk about the shit I did In my past
All my niggas sayin' crazy, what's the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats
I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past
If you acting like you know me, I ain't fucking with that
You say you're my homie, no no no no
Now I pull up in a new whip, never with a new chick
Where the fuck were you at when you saw me going through it
I was broke broke broke, pressing niggas on some bullshit
Now I live in Cali', that don't mean that I don't do this
I got niggas walking with a hammer we don't got no toolkits
Now I'm making money and investing on some jewel shit
And I'm bout to my a mansion with a courtyard and a pool yeah
And I'ma split it with my, bro bro bro bro's
I know that I'll be the best cause I don't know how to quit
Now I'm meeting all these niggas cause' there all in my shit
Saying fucking Switzerland and now it's all on my wrist
And I ain't have to hit the studio, I made this song in my crib
Never had no money, now I know how how it tastes
I just pulled up on my nigga and he whippin a race
Live fast, die young, and I live like a race
My momma told me, go slow, go slow
I don't really talk about the shit I did In my past
All my niggas sayin' crazy, what's the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats
I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past
If you acting like you know me, I ain't fucking with that
You say you're my homie, no no no no
