"Mourning Money" lyrics
Ayy, ayy
Slowed up and that's cool, I ain't never been the type to go and chat with niggas
Used to hate on all the cool kids 'til I, oops, found out I was that nigga
Youngin posted with the racks out so the whoops treat me like a trap nigga (C Dub)
I got niggas go to bat for me, drop strap, fuck around and slap niggas (Shogun is the man)
Whole squad go to war for me, bad bitch and she war hungry
Unc' said I wasn't book smart, pulled the racks out and got more redundant
I'm the type of nigga bag chase, then risk it all 'cause it's more to money
Thumbin' through it while I'm fucked up, on my cuz, turn this shit to mourning money
You ain't never seen your people starve, that's the type shit make you more than hungry
Cuz back on his old ways, pray to God he get to see his roarin' twenties
Niggas actin' like I'm only in it for myself, can't lie, it's fuckin' with me
Worst part about bein' on the other side is findin' out ain't nothin' pretty
Nothin' promised, just fake hoes and the fake on niggas
You'll fuck around, lose your place steady tryna wait on niggas
Tryna be my own nigga, fuck I look like teachin' old niggas?
I'm a turnt Westside baby, fuck would I hate on niggas?
I was taught to be a strong nigga
Okay with the snakes in the grass 'til I found out it can be your own nigga
Found out it can be your own blood, watchin' who I shake hands with
'Net niggas postin' like they from the mud with me, tryna fake bandwidth
Niggas tryna fake bandwagon, can't chance it
Slowed up and that's cool, I ain't never been the type to go and chat with niggas
Used to hate on all the cool kids 'til I, oops, found out I was that nigga
Youngin posted with the racks out so the whoops treat me like a trap nigga
I got niggas go to bat for me, drop strap, fuck around and slap niggas
Whole squad go to war for me, bad bitch and she war hungry
Unc' said I wasn't book smart, pulled the racks out and got more redundant
I'm the type of nigga bag chase, then risk it all 'cause it's more to money
Thumbin' through it while I'm fucked up, on my cuz, turn this shit to mourning money
Ayy, big game, big knots, paranoia settin' it
Dark shit make me barricade, I was too afraid to let the rest in
She'll treat me like a bad guy, but can't name a nigga that I'm less than
I ain't think about a fast ride, I just doubled back what I invest in, ayy
Yeah
Slowed up and that's cool, I ain't never been the type to go and chat with niggas
Used to hate on all the cool kids 'til I, oops, found out I was that nigga
Youngin posted with the racks out so the whoops treat me like a trap nigga (C Dub)
I got niggas go to bat for me, drop strap, fuck around and slap niggas (Shogun is the man)
Whole squad go to war for me, bad bitch and she war hungry
Unc' said I wasn't book smart, pulled the racks out and got more redundant
I'm the type of nigga bag chase, then risk it all 'cause it's more to money
Thumbin' through it while I'm fucked up, on my cuz, turn this shit to mourning money
You ain't never seen your people starve, that's the type shit make you more than hungry
Cuz back on his old ways, pray to God he get to see his roarin' twenties
Niggas actin' like I'm only in it for myself, can't lie, it's fuckin' with me
Worst part about bein' on the other side is findin' out ain't nothin' pretty
Nothin' promised, just fake hoes and the fake on niggas
You'll fuck around, lose your place steady tryna wait on niggas
Tryna be my own nigga, fuck I look like teachin' old niggas?
I'm a turnt Westside baby, fuck would I hate on niggas?
I was taught to be a strong nigga
Okay with the snakes in the grass 'til I found out it can be your own nigga
Found out it can be your own blood, watchin' who I shake hands with
'Net niggas postin' like they from the mud with me, tryna fake bandwidth
Niggas tryna fake bandwagon, can't chance it
Slowed up and that's cool, I ain't never been the type to go and chat with niggas
Used to hate on all the cool kids 'til I, oops, found out I was that nigga
Youngin posted with the racks out so the whoops treat me like a trap nigga
I got niggas go to bat for me, drop strap, fuck around and slap niggas
Whole squad go to war for me, bad bitch and she war hungry
Unc' said I wasn't book smart, pulled the racks out and got more redundant
I'm the type of nigga bag chase, then risk it all 'cause it's more to money
Thumbin' through it while I'm fucked up, on my cuz, turn this shit to mourning money
Ayy, big game, big knots, paranoia settin' it
Dark shit make me barricade, I was too afraid to let the rest in
She'll treat me like a bad guy, but can't name a nigga that I'm less than
I ain't think about a fast ride, I just doubled back what I invest in, ayy
Yeah
