M24 - What Can I Say? lyrics

What can I say
They hate but they smile in my face
Eight mill’ on the Gram, she got fans
She’s with me, got her live in the A
You like your ones no decorum
I like my ones pretty and paid
I didn’t get this sh!t from a hand out
I had sh!t planned out, worked like a slave

I’m with her and her friends gettin’ lit
I can’t post that sh!t on my main
Try slowly turn off the headlights
And jump out put him to shame
But it’s not fate when they leave us alone
Anything fatal we get the blame
Anything opp get K, anything opp get k

The buss down make me look rich
But I’m in love with the plain
I ain’t spoke to my bro in long
But he knows that the love’s the same
I got one from the 9 like Wayne
And one from the 6 like Drake

Life’s kind of changed, I got rich n**ga problems
Love start turnin’ to hate
They wanna know how much money I make
They wanna know if young and I’m paid
They wanna know if I sponsored the block
They wanna know what I done on the mains
I got a cutie that’s peng like Ashley
I wanna know if it’s ’cause of the fame
She told me that my ting’s different
I wanna know if it’s ’cause of the chains

What can I say
They hate but they smile in my face
Eight mill’ on the Gram, she got fans
She’s with me, got her live in the A
You like your ones no decorum
I like my ones pretty and paid
I didn’t get this sh!t from a hand out
I had sh!t planned out, worked like a slave

At nineteen made me a fifty
It gave me some leverage
It ain’t much but I pat myself on the back
I was straight out the trenches
Come ’round there with your chains on
My young bulls take that in seconds
It’s like ever since I got to the bag
They feel like I lost the aggression

These LV’s cost me a racker
Jacket cost me a QP
The sh!t that I seen on the streets
Is the sh!t that they see in the movies
I should be on a property hunt
But I’m out tryna cop me a new piece
And I gotta protect myself
Cause feds wanna lock me and opps wanna do me

Don’t play with it, we came with it
You don’t want this life, I’m made for it
Bros on form like Saka
He’s really tryna hit man’s brains with it
Sleep with it, bathe with it
I don’t trust no one it’s bookey
I feel like everyone’s fakin’ it
I see it, I want it, I pay for it

What can I say
They hate but they smile in my face
Eight mill’ on the Gram, she got fans
She’s with me, got her live in the A
You like your ones no decorum
I like my ones pretty and paid
I didn’t get this sh!t from a hand out
I had sh!t planned out, worked like a slave