Allee, Keyani & Elena Made Me Do It Lyrics

It's time to show these niggas I'm the bluffin' yeah this music shit it ain't bout nothing

How many times do I gotta say it, I'm not playin

And niggas don't even jazz it right, boy what you sayin

I've been playing for 8 years, it's been the same thing

The same game, niggas always tryna throw the same blame

And when you start doing your own thing, you in your own lane

These niggas wanna start to throw shade

All I gotta do is say fuck it if you can't fall in line you get cut

And I said that shit more than once, it's not a bluff

And this song has no purpose, I just wanna get my point across

Whoever listening, don't get your feelings hurt, Fuck it I'm rappin' off beat but I'm back though

These niggas really spittin' fake raps moe, where the facts moe

Goddamn, tell a nigga come to the hood and act brand new

I've been in the game, I'm not playin' These niggas is not sayin' a motherfuckin

It's really gettin' on my nerves that niggas don't listen to what I'm sayin

I mean for 8 years, niggas couldn't stick to one single plan

JiggySquadENT, Zahk, Big mad I sat back and stayed humble and it was all a part of God's plan

Fuck this hell on Earth, I'm not hearin what they sayin

I drag my nuts across the savanna

I'm bout to get it, this hot spittin' These niggas talkin' about shit they not gettin

Like give it up nigga, you ain't impressin' me

Lately niggas been bringin' nothing but stress to me

With no concern of the things that could be stressin' me

Oh I get it, it gotta be on your time it's B.B.G., well it's our time

And R.I.P. Drew, he told me never fold

And that's one thing that's never gonna leave my mind

I really have no idea why people try to keep up with me

Niggas claim to be the best but they not even second to me And it's the God in me, I'm the prodigy

Ain't no stoppin' me And since I got the stu, niggas can't seem to stop clockin me '

And niggas wonder why I'm mad every day

Cause niggas bitchin' like they gay I mean what you want me to say

I'd rather make money, do it some other way And if the rap don't work, then what's your plan

Niggas be codependent on another, what

Two weeks is not enough, I need another month I feel like my soul gettin' crushed

Too much tension buildin' up And I don't got time for sympathy, I give it up

And for years I felt stuck And when Drew died, shit got fucked up

We watched a lot of niggas run away with they tails tucked

For three years, we was fucked up Man, them Ridgeline nights was so tough