Fuck What They Say

[Intro] [Verse: Rell] Its trill shit Bet a nigga won't come to test the clique, got to peep the script Slip, runaway hitters, they awful fucking with me I gotta get the dollars scrilla, get put in trauma deliver A nigga momma to host away, we ain't solving the terror Feeling sort of a youngin', to hustle I'm run-and-gunning Fearing a nigga punish, which one of you ho's want it None of my homies stumbling, rumble, we get to tumbling Busta you don't want none of this, BRK and we run this shit [Verse 2: Nell] This shit on my race, I represent for the slaves That ain't living to this day We saving their face, coming for the tape nigga And a mini-quake, shaking these niggas in place Bitch I'm on a ace Nigga done played on a stage, fuck him if he ain't bucking with the game My niggas ride, the chevy collide, if these niggas high, then show them the lighters [Hook x3: Amber London] Fuck what they saying You see my niggas ain't playing You know we ride, don't give a fuck .45, niggas duck Don't try to hide or you'll get touched 2.7.5 or get clutched So throw them fingers up like what, don't give a fuck [Verse 3: Key Nyata] In this dark black world, all my money match my bitches Bitch it's Black Money World if you ain't get my last sentence The story it has been written, ya'll second like Scottie Pippen I'm trying to get cash like the land lord with tenants The world is my sentence I'm living in this prison Trapped inside the world, that don't mind if I'm living Blow herb just to rid it, but I just can't forget it I'm married to the game cause she treat a nigga splendid Lord is my witness, my fam finna' win bitch BRK, and we started, we gon' end it [Verse 4: Yung Simmie] Competition is nothing, I got to get it I'ma win it, jumping in like fuck it I'm going swimming My niggas is dressed in linen, and we 'bout it, it ain't no game We swerving, it ain't no lanes I must remain the same Going hard bringing the pain Let me remain dry, as I walk through the rain When the kush hit my brain, bet I'm going insane I told you, fly past your bitch like Goku Smoking blunts, I don't know you You couldn't tell me how to tie my own shoes, make my own rules Look through my microscope in small dues, so get big Man I be focuses, all black low-key loccin' Flow wavy now I feel like I'm surfing Man I go deep, it won't come to the surface Where other niggas getting clowned belong in a circus (bow, 2.7.5)