Used To (feat. Artsy_Angel974 & Skully) - Arizfa Chlea

Zaytoven Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano New persona, we're moving on from Ferragamo (I'm moving on) Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future) Drop top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this I know where I'm from and I got used to this Mansion in the hills, I got used to this Shake your booty bitches, I got used to this There's Iceland in my wrist, I done got used to this Tropicana bitches, I got all kinda flavors Selling dope all my life, I can't do minimum wage (nah) Dirty-dirty muddy, I got used to this (gang) I give you my heart till there ain't nothing to give (Future) You know I fuck with Game if you know where we been (Freebandz) How many niggas you know can just hop in the Benz? Be honest to yourself, don't you ever pretend (tell 'em) Don't ever play yourself, know when it all begins (you know) I had to put my back against the wall (and what?) Tell me that I don't deserve to ball Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano New persona, we're moving off of Ferragamo Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble Drop top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this (uh) I know where I'm from and I got used to this (Lil Mexico) Mansion in the hills, I got used to this Lambo come alive man, I'm used to this No one looks surprised cause we used to this I'ma make sure that we get used to this Treat my brother's kids like they one of my kids Never looking back on it, we did what we did Could never find the time for the people I miss Thought they had my back against the wall Tell me that I don't deserve to ball Well then tell me who deserve it Eyes getting low but I'm still observing I see you lurking Never see me out in person I'm always working Money on your head if you make a nigga nervous Never made a move out here unless I was certain Tatted on me, but this shit is deeper than the surface I'm with everyone that I was here with in the first place Making sure that they all good before they close the curtain Mexicano, working like I'm Mexicano (skrt) New persona, we're moving off of Ferragamo Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna Beat the odds, do numbers and remain humble (Future) Drop top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this (smoke) I know where I'm from and I got used to this (ay) Mansion in the hills, I got used to this (Future) Ohh-oh, ohh-ohhh

Yeah, sound sound sound Real 6 side shit Sickos, ah man Yeah, when you get to where I'm at You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at Every time they talkin' it's behind your back Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack They gone say your name on them airwaves They gone hit you up right after like it's only rap Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at Shout out to the G's from the ends We don't love no girls from the ends I'm gone hit 'em with the wham once again I'mma always end up as a man at the end, dog It's just apparent every year Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror Lookin' at myself like there it is there Yea, like there it is there man, whoop I ain't tryna chance it I be with the bands like a nigga went to Jackson State or Grambling Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin' Watch the way I handle it Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit She know I'm the man with it, uh With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton I ain't playin' with it I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gonna take some getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to They never told me when you get the crown It's gone take some getting used to New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to man When you get to where the fuck I'm at You gotta remind 'em about where you been About all of the money that done came and went About the two cents I ain't never spent When they say you're too famous to pack a gat I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone Steppin' on to squish a roach like a steppin' stone Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone Boy do I smell beef? Mmmm pheromones Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron Suck a nigga dick for an iPhone 6 Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry You can buried for an ounce of Katy Perry I was only five but still remember the drought in '87 Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no time to play games with 'em I ain't got no time Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence I'm fuckin' her mind I got, mind control over Deebo Parmesan my panino Promethazine over Pinot And when my blood start shootin' that's B-roll bitch Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay? Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224 Oh man, these boys don't even understand Listen when you see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene with Drake For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes You see this mixtape you listenin' to? This an album Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99 or 29.99 with the shirt Buy it at the Target These motherfuckers trippin' so hard I had to look down and double check cause I Thought they had their shoes tied together Motherfuckers got they shoes tied together What more could you ask for? Boys harassing me with these questions How about this? How about don't ask me know more motherfucking questions, we ain't doing no interview