Wouldn’t Believe (feat. Lil Tony Official)

You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings

She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her

I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters

Shout out to haters, the reason I made it

They like, "Dyl, how you feel like you ain't made it?"

They like, "Dyl, how you feel you don't feel famous?" (That shit gon' be crazy, dame)

They don't know I'm just getting to the paper

I feel God teaching me patience

Gotta calm bro down, he been tryna work on his anger

I been tryna tell him quit bankin'

I been tryna tell him stop buyin' these clothes and buy acres

And lately been pushing these Ps

But a nigga act dumb, then his ass As-salamu alaykum

Have Mo and them put him in shackles

Put duct tape around him, leave nothing but ankles (slow down)

That's enough about that

See this chain? Get touched 'bout that

Don't trip when I spin one shot in his back

No window-shop, no more, straight to the back

Hopped straight in the game, and went straight to the max

I ain't even blow yet, God hold me back

'Cause He know once He let me go get 'em, it's raps

Protected by the blood, still riding with gatt

If shit go down, I know I got bro

I lost ten bands, it's like stubbing his toe

You gotta know one monkey don't stop a show

I just need me and a paddle to drive this boat

Can't get close, I don't know what he on

Auntie been talking, niggas been plottin' and watchin' (that shit gon' be crazy, dame)

I'm on it, I'm playin' them close

You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings

She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her

I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters

Shout out to haters, the reason I made it

They like, "Dyl, how you feel like you ain't made it?"

They like, "Dyl, how you feel you don't feel famous?"

They don't know I'm just getting to the paper

These niggas sell they soul for a placement

Probably be stressed 'til you old if you chase it

Nigga go broke, get cuttin' the head off a goat

Like when they think that's gon' save 'em

These weird-ass niggas be touching on kids

The same ones owning these labels

When I had to eat, I never throw on a bill

But I did throw the mask on, baby

They try to steal everything that we work for

Niggas so blind they don't even wanna see it

Most of the nights they hiding inside of a book

Nigga, open your lens and peek it

They tryna turn us against each other

Let's show 'em we all wasn't equal as people

Find where the power at, let go and get it back

Once we go get it back, don't be a sequel

You want some get back? Don't get no get back

Show 'em you better, don't show 'em you eatin'

This nigga bitch-made, I don't really get that

Tony just sit back and look at the evil

Money ain't makin' no impact

Since you don't give back, you probably part of the reason

Twitch on the truth, never did that

Tony'll get ratted 'fore he ever get caught sleazin'

I can't lie, I really started to feel famous

The money gettin' real, and these bitches gettin' fake

I'm striving for greatness

Printed jean shorts on the bitch, I might just skate on a hater

Finally ran up some paper

I'm showin' the bro how to walk in the greatness

And my bitch don't act like my bitch, she cut

Hoe lucky she fucked with the greatest

You wouldn't believe if I showed you my savings

She still wouldn't leave if I told her I hate her

I wouldn't be here if I didn't have the haters

Shout out to haters, the reason I made it

They like, "Dyl, how you feel like you ain't made it?"

They like, "Dyl, how you feel you don't feel famous?" (That shit gon' be crazy, dame)

They don't know I'm just getting to the paper