Off Days

But I'm still no limit (Big Oz on the keyboards and shit) ayy Shout out to the bros Yeah Uh (uh-uh), uh I was the only nigga that was showing love and getting hate All these days I wake up early, stay up late (I'm up late) You can't see me, I'm out the way, I live in different states (different states) So I'll get a nigga smoked and I'm skippin' states (brrt, swerve) Real or fake? Tryna see who real or fake Get a nigga sprayed, I'm still praying this shit pay off (brrt, brrt) But a nigga paid (you knowin' it) On this shit, I don't take no day off I be working on my day off, I been praying this shit pay off (uh) Mama, a lil' nigga made it And I don't be feeling like celebrating shit But every day I'm getting faded (faded) And everybody 'round me know that I'm rich Somehow I'm still plotting on a lick Street nigga ain't on celebrity shit And I don't want to take no celebrity pics Paranoid, I got a ride with a blick And I'ma score 'cause I don't want to even the score (ayy) Picking up bag, I been on the road so much I ain't even been touring Remember we slidin', can't wait to catch a nigga ridin' with one We was riding with four Me and the bros tote poles Stuck in the hood I was missing shows Nigga ain't never played with me and they know they can't play with the bros Locked in, we gon' stay by the code and they knowing whatever I'm saying it goes Niggas they know, it's big G Herbo Ay, there he go, it's big G Herbo Better not run up on G Herbo 'Cause he might have an AK in the Rolls, yeah (uh) (There go swerve) I was the only nigga that was showing love and getting hate All these days I wake up early, stay up late (I'm up late) You can't see me, I'm out the way, I live in different states (different states) So I'll get a nigga smoked and I'm skippin' states (brrt, swerve) Real or fake? Tryna see who real or fake Get a nigga sprayed, I'm still praying this shit pay off (brrt, brrt) But a nigga paid (you knowin' it) On this shit, I don't take no day off I be working on my day off, I been praying this shit pay off (uh) Pay me out, pay me out, I want the max Ain't with that, what he say? We out I've been doing this shit for Max Spread blood and we got tats Real bitch, went rap to trap Blew a hundred and fifty racks max (one-fifty, uh-huh) Foenem splattin' out caskets gats And we setting up traps for a rat Shooting a movie, if it's action I might have to pop out and attack Shooting a movie, I'm on set in a black truck I'm hopping out of the back Try to attack us but we was moving tactic It was too many 'Lac trucks These niggas rap, but you rappin' 'bout us? You the same one got clapped up I got rich off rap, blogs be talking 'bout us Them bodies ain't even attached to us I be so low key, niggas be talking 'bout me And that shit ain't even match up When them shots barked, I was like Rosa Parks I'm way in the back of the bus