Lil Baby - Hurtin lyrics

Cook that shit up, Quay
What's the chances that you'd make
It from the bottom? Let's go

Gotta beat the odds, I'm tryna blend in
(Blend)
Hit that boy so many times, he made CNN
Fear of God pants, I don't fear men
Pull up in an old-school, the fifty
In the rear end, big dawg
Takin' chances, gettin' packs
And tryna get 'em back
I watched the law take my bro
I'm tryna get him back
I pray to God that I don't
Have to get nobody whacked
Ain't gettin' into that
I try to tell 'em facts

What's the chances that you run
You up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from
Sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run
You up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body

I got it the worstest
I ain't have to rehearse this
Made me who I am, I'm gettin' bands
I'm breakin' curses
Trap spot do six figures
Still got sheets for curtains
Excuse me as I go off
Have flashbacks in my verses
I'm tellin' you
I done put my heart inside a box
And tried to sell it to 'em
Beefin' with my partners
Do a nigga like I never knew him
Fucked around and seen her with a nigga
I woulda never knew it
Always talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do
But I don't ever do it, yeah
Beefin' with myself
Keep pourin' that syrup up
Knowin' it don't help (No)
It's like I got money
To please everybody else
They act like they with you
But I'm knowin' they don't care
They in it for self (yeah)
I got it for sale if it's rollin' (Rollin')
I got out of jail and I showed 'em
(Showed 'em)
Couple bitches know they wish they
Would've held it down
It feel like they build me up
Try to tear me down

What's the chances that you run
You up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from
Sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run
You up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body

I gotta stay solid
I grew up 'round dope boys
I don't need no stylist
I got grown man money
Can't be actin' childish (No childish)
I've been through too much shit
Barely even smile (Huh?)
Sippin' on this red
I wish bro was with me now (Now)
It was time that we'll go broke
We'll pick a play and take 'em down
Kick me when I'm down, when I get up
I'll prolly shit on you
I can't even lie, I'll prolly see 'em
I just spit on them
These pieces I got lit on me
This piece I got gon' hit on men
I ain't ever did no fraud
But I'm known for pullin' cards
Ask about me in my neighborhood
I'm known for goin' hard
I've been bustin' on that glizzy ever
Since I had got robbed (Bah bah, bah bah)
I done really beat the odds

What's the chances that you run
You up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from
Sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run
You up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body
What's the chances that you run
You up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And you really come from
Sleepin' out the projects
What's the chances that you run
You up a couple mil'? (Huh?)
And your two main men catch a body

I got it the worstest