Heard About Me Lyrics

Aye it's just you and me baby lets go make a move

They pulled out fire it's heating up but I still play it cool

They boxed me in I had no option but to break the rules

Got off of i75 now I'm on 82

I wrote my will the day I turned nineteen momma

Ain't tryn' die I'm tryn' be living out my dreams momma

Just tryn' build my platform up and put my team on it

I got problems I can't trust you even if you seem honest

We didn't get into a crash but we got the car smokey

I'm moving through traffic like the road didn't have no cars on it

I'm at a spot that got the windows with the bars on it

Threw me in the game I'm running plays I went Lamar on it

Whole lot of mountain lions fighting I'm in a Jaguar

Like my vehicle was made of backpacks it's a bag car

Released my anger from the past and I went mad far

You said you tryn' run it up I'm yelling that part

You would of thought this coupe was a cat the way I scratched off

I get a glimpse of the future as i take my mask off

Dude walked up on me fronting told him back off

They went up with me for the ball but I'm like Randy Moss

Received an inbound shipment it got distributed

I think my plan got glue on it that's why I stick to it

It's like I got a bug on my palms they got an itch to it

Don't be speaking on my struggle you ain't been through it

They thought I left up out the store I got some chicken on me

It's either light or the dark which side you picking homie

I feel like I'm a part of the earth I ain't just living on it

I don't want the stock mag I want a fifty on it

Aye momma please don't worry about me

The devil might come take my life but I ain't worried about it

I gotta get it for my family I'm in a hurry about it

Aye you don't even know me dawg you just heard about me

I put in hard work everyday I'm like a landscaper

Like I work in the rubber factory I'm a band maker

Made it out the mud it's on the floor this ain't sand paper

Bro I need everything in cash I'm not a tax payer

Dodging droplets like where'd the rain go

I'm doing my tango please don't throw a Fett you not Jango

I'm out the way for a few days I gotta lay low

I'm heating up I'm bout' to blow volcano

Thought your name was Leonardo because the cap real

Red body peanut interior with the black wheels

Yeah my smile might be fake but my bag real

My heart been broken so many times now I can't feel

Bout' to take a cruise through the city where Tom at

My spirit rises above my body like a top hat

I been fighting to make a way mortal combat

I'm the type hit the farm and bring a crop back

I looked up to some people they turned out to be fakes

I had some people I called my dogs who turned out to be snakes

Run up on my brother wrong that'll be your last mistake

I'm steady stomping on the gas I'm never on the brakes

I'm in a four door just made a five I'm up on cloud nine

Deep down I'm still hurting I know I sound fine

I was slipping and tripping up until the ground dried

Can't stop I'm running it up in my down time