Lyrics: Tarif Martin
Music: Tarif Martin
Chorus 2x
I know you can not relate
This money be all in my face
These bitches be all in my lap
I use to be in the trap
Sneaking out while mom sleep
She texting me like where you at
I was fighting a lot of pain
Now I'm in back of the Bach
Verse 1
I really be down in the trenches
Feens fall asleep by the benches
Scared go get a weapon
Bullets will stop all the flexing
I ain't really with the dances
See your man for romancing
Party bus to the Hamptons
All that fronting get your ass kickеd
Get a gun or get robbed
Gotta work with no job
Fivе deep in that car
Rotten apple we the mob
Shirt off with my chains on
Color stones like I'm Thanos
In the field like i play golf
Throwing shots but you way off
Chorus 2x
I know you can not relate
This money be all in my face
These bitches be all in my lap
I use to be in the trap
Sneaking out while mom sleep
She texting me like where you at
I was fighting a lot of pain
Now I'm in back of the Bach
Verse 2
Stuff the weed inside a backwood
Chop cheese yeah I'm that hood
Niggas know that I'm that good
Still grinding when they ain't look
Stay your ass off of Facebook
If we like it get your chain took
Shawty in the kitchen probably bitching
Cause she hungry and she know that I ain't cook
Off the Henny I have mood swings
Get tied like shoestrings
Pulled up in a new thing
Same car as Bruce Wayne
Scoop dimes like loose changes
Move on to new things
Fast car in 2 lanes
Chorus 2x
I know you can not relate
This money be all in my face
These bitches be all in my lap
I use to be in the trap
Sneaking out while mom sleep
She texting me like where you at
I was fighting a lot of pain
Now I'm in back of the Bach