[Lyric] The Story (Lor Scoota)

[Chorus]
These niggas
Ain’t never gave a fuck about me
Why the fuck I’m supposed to care about their opinions?
These niggas ain’t never did shit for me
I can count on my hands
Who my real niggas
I can count on my hands
Who my real niggas, who my friends
Who been with me through thick and thin
Shake my hand, but he ain’t my man
Know deep down, you hate my ass
Hate my ass, ‘cause I got cash
Took your bitch in a camera flash
All it took was a picture snap

[Verse 1]
Niggas sweet as gingersnaps
The rap game just (?)
Hottest youngin in the country
You can ask P. Diddy that
And I ain’t left my city yet
I took over the internet
Go and check the hashtags
Scoota Up Next been stamped
All thesе niggas been trash
I’m here to address that
Timе to do some clean up
Where I left my mess at
Baltimore City come to me
When it come to rap
Anybody can make a song
And I got to respect that
When they want that real shit
I’m the one they come and get
Drug dealing, slanging pills shit
I’m the one they fucking with
Y’all niggas just making hits
I’m the one that represent
I’m the one that took my time
And came up with a plan for this
Y’all the ones that kept on slacking
Sitting on your ass and shit
Holding out y’all hand and shit
See me, wanna bag my shit
When I was down bad
You ain’t feed me out your granny’s shit
Anything I had
I always shared with the clique
[Chorus]
These niggas
Ain’t never gave a fuck about me
Why the fuck I’m supposed to care about their opinions?
These niggas ain’t never did shit for me
I can count on my hands
Who my real niggas
I can count on my hands
Who my real niggas, who my friends
Who been with me through thick and thin
Shake my hand, but he ain’t my man
Know deep down, you hate my ass
Hate my ass, ‘cause I got cash
Took your bitch in a camera flash
All it took was a picture snap

[Verse 2]
Niggas get a couple dollars
They be quick to forget about you
I ain’t never begged a nigga
Always shared it if I got it
Nigga, money ain’t no problem
Why?
‘Cause all my niggas got it
I
Can see you niggas watching
I’m hearing stories about niggas plotting
I ain’t tryna harm nobody
I’m just tryna stack my (?)
Warning
I will catch a body
(?)
Don’t run up on me
I been getting all this money
Now they say I’m acting funny
They ain’t never gave me shit
So what the fuck I owe them niggas?
I’m the same man
That was out here sharing clothes with niggas
Niggas get them bands
And start acting like a different nigga
I’m the same man
That was ready to go to war with niggas
Y’all don’t understand my pain
‘Cause y’all don’t know my story, nigga
This shit with me bigger than rap
I ain’t just no performer nigga
Me, I really been in the trap
Trapping every morning, nigga
Get it out the hole
With dope, coke and marijuana, nigga
Telling real stories
I should be a fucking author, nigga

[Chorus]
These niggas
Ain’t never gave a fuck about me
Why the fuck I’m supposed to care about their opinions?
These niggas ain’t never did shit for me
I can count on my hands
Who my real niggas
I can count on my hands
Who my real niggas, who my friends
Who been with me through thick and thin
Shake my hand, but he ain’t my man
Know deep down, you hate my ass
Hate my ass, ‘cause I got cash
Took your bitch in a camera flash
All it took was a picture snap