401 and Kingston - Kofi

I don’t really talk about the shit I did In my past

All my niggas sayin' crazy, what’s the problem with that

401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map

Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps

You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats

I’ve been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past

If you acting like you know me, I ain’t fucking with that

You say you’re my homie, no no no no

Ever since I got the money niggas acting different

I keep a premade nigga with me cuz he pack it with him

I had some shawtys tryna play me like it’s Activision

Even lying to my face, they call it cappin' nigga

On her knees and I made her sign the NDA

Now my chains are gold like the Mandalay

And you know the way I’m ballin', go the NBA

But am I acting different, no no no no

I don’t really talk about the shit I did In my past

All my niggas sayin' crazy, what’s the problem with that

401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map

Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps

You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats

I’ve been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past

If you acting like you know me, I ain’t fucking with that

You say you’re my homie, no no no no

Now I pull up in a new whip, never with a new chick

Where the fuck were you at when you saw me going through it

I was broke broke broke, pressing niggas on some bullshit

Now I live in Cali', that don’t mean that I don’t do this

I got niggas walking with a hammer we don’t got no toolkits

Now I’m making money and investing on some jewel shit

And I’m bout to my a mansion with a courtyard and a pool yeah

And i’ma split it with my, bro bro bro bro’s

I know that I’ll be the best cuz I don’t know how to quit

Now I’m meeting all these niggas cuz' there all in my shit

Saying fucking Switzerland and now it’s all on my wrist

And I ain’t have to hit the studio, I made this song in my crib

Never had no money, now I know how how it tastes

I just pulled up on my nigga and he whippin a race

Live fast, die young, and I live like a race

My momma told me, go slow, go slow

I don’t really talk about the shit I did In my past

All my niggas sayin' crazy, what’s the problem with that

401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map

Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps

You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats

I’ve been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past

If you acting like you know me, I ain’t fucking with that

You say you’re my homie, no no no no