SMD Lyrics

Everytime I touch a track I'm speaking facts and thats a fact

People love to do u bad and then get mad when u react

People love to call my phone when they need help dont hit my jack

I was givin u my hand but now I gotta turn my back on you

But damn its kinda sad

I showin people love and they was showin me they ass

I was showin too much love and now my heart turned black

I aint want shit but some love couldnt even gimme that (fuck em)

Money never make me or break me I never cherished it

Grown men beefin wit lil kids that shit

embarrassin

Take shit to da grave before I tell u imma bury it

How u tryna tell me bout my shoes and u ain't wearin em

Like cmon lets be serious

I tried to let you niggas live but fuck that I aint sparin em no more

Whats ya resume i'm curious

I really put the work in for dis shit it wasn't inherited

I really put my all into this they wasnt hearin it

Aww shit

Guap u on that boss shit

Too good to be true i'm on some meek and on some ross shit

It cost to be the boss im some tryna pay that cost shit

Tryna tell me what im doin wrong like u aint on some flawed shit

U stupid if u cross him

U niggas too damn old to still be movin on some soft shit

U had it but u lost it

I tried to keep it thurl but niggas cooked me im exhausted

U said u want da smoke I hope u ready for dat coffin

(Hope you ready for it real talk)

And dont ask me bout dat glock u know I stay wit it

And dont ask me bout nobody u dont see me hangin wit

Them motherfuckas know they made they bed they gotta lay in it

Bro know that switchy come wit FED time but he still sprayin it

You know these bitches be for everybody why would u claim da bitch

Im in da road to da riches right now

So if u wit me buckle up you know we bouta take dis trip im goin crazy

(God damn Guap u goin crazy on this shit nigga)

Aww shit

Guap u on that boss shit

Too good to be true i'm on some meek and on some ross shit

It cost to be the boss im on some tryna pay that cost shit

Tryna tell me what im doin wrong like u aint on no flawed shit

U stupid if u cross him

U niggas too damn old to still be movin on that soft shit

U had it but u lost it

I tried to keep it thurl but niggas cooked me im exhausted

And dont ask me bout dat glock u know I stay wit ok

And dont ask me bout nobody u dont see me hangin wit

Them mfs know they made they bed they gotta lay in it

You know these bitches be for everybody why would u claim da bitch

Bro know that switchy might just send em to da FEDS

Iont even tell em to be safe im tellin bro stay dangerous