UNDERSTOOD ft. untiljapan Lyrics

I see through the fake shit nigga, I see through facades

I see that I'm on the come-up

And they want a piece of the motherfuckin' guy, huh

I peep, that these bitches trifey

And they wanna trick me with they fucking lies

You better stay to yourself

(It is beyond) and you never show them all your cards, huh

Breaking down weed like a sport

It's putting the red in my eyes

Pushing this motherfucker forward, bitch I'm in your hood

I came with a motherfuckin' .9

Leave me out the picture all you motherfuckin' want

I love it when they count me out

When they see me I know that they shout

It's my time, niggas start to pout

Story time, children gather round

Once upon a time I was on my grind

But a pretty bitch a nigga found

She fucked up his life, she fucked up his money

And she even fucked up the sound

He got into codeine and other things

That's the only shit that kept him sound

But he made it out he not a clown

If my money right, then I can't frown

Lately life been too good

I can be the man in two hoods

All them tribulations, understood

This ain't Freemasons, ain't no hoods on

But I fuck with Maison understood

Yes, I'm underrated understood

I been on the pace to something good

Heard y'all fuck niggas have been in a drought

And I'm here to come in with the floods

If a fuck nigga start to run his mouth

We gon' see a whole lotta blood

If it get to it then I'm wildin' out

We use guns, ain't no running ones

That's for fun nigga, I ain't one to play with

I ain't one to get to starting some

Breaking down weed like a sport

It's putting the red in my eyes

Pushing this motherfucker forward, bitch I'm in your hood

I came with a motherfuckin' .9

Leave me out the picture all you motherfuckin' want

I love it when they count me out

When they see me, I know that they shout

It's my time, niggas start to pout

Story time, children gather round

Once upon a time, I was on my grind

But a pretty bitch a nigga found

She fucked up his life, she fucked up his money

And she even fucked up the sound

He got into codeine and other things

That's the only shit that kept him sound

But he made it out he not a clown

I see through the fake shit nigga, I see through facades

I see, that I'm on the come-up

And they want a piece of the motherfuckin' guy, huh

I peep, that these bitches trifey

And they wanna trick me with they fucking lies

You better stay to yourself, and you never show them all your cards