Source by E$P Nique Lyrics
[Intro]
This shit hard though, it sound vintage
Yeah
Get money
Listen
[Verse]
Ay
E-S-P, N-I-Q-U-E no underscore
Follow me, you want the truth? It ain't no other source
If it's what, early 2000s, I front cover Source
I heard niggas clout chasing, they going overboard
The sickest niggas in the game don't really get awards
6ix9ine got extorted, hit the Billboards
They gave a snitch 10 mill, a price I'll kill for
Compared to that most the real rappers still broke
(Shit) I can't take this shit
Gang member since a jit and niggas fake this shit
Claim my set and you ain't this I bet your face get split
Real G's move in silence till we spray your shit
On God, niggas fraud
I been silent from the start
Niggas going out bad trying to turn into a star
From the E-way
Not the EA
I'm still a East Side nigga, that's a cliché
Went from selling niggas kush all through the weekday
To jugging niggas with fake items on the eBay
I don't fuck with bank fraud, that ain't how Nique play
But I got a plug for ya on that piece, ay
When that time getting cold keep that heat, ay
I'll rather die strong than live weak, ay
Play the curb if you ain't ready for the street, ay
Niggas hating, I ain't even at my peak, ay
Shit, trying to knock me off my focus, I get it
These niggas wanna see you lose when you winning
I never obey rules, never tried to fit in
Bitch it ain't the way you start, it's how you finish
My mama said "Do yo thing, but keep that toddler fed"
Never acted like no duck but I need all the bread
If you disrespect my blue we'll leave your collar red
If you don't like the way I groove then you can call the feds
I do this shit for all them Summers we ain't make no moves
Do this shit for all my folks that ain't think I lose
Until my soul get out the country I ain't pay my dues
Make a way since them motherfuckers say no room
'Nother rapper from the South but they ain't made like this
Real one from the womb, I'ma stay like this
Got something for a nigga tryna take my shit
Make a nigga never wish he chased the fame like this
Fake friend round the kid not notice
But I'm steady acting like I don't know it
The shit dead, gon' and send the nigga roses
Keep a ounce and a pistol fully loaded
The shit be crazy when you gotta watch your closest
The shit be crazy when you gotta watch your closest
The shit be crazy when you gotta watch your closest
Ay fuck them niggas, hm, get money
Get money
That's it right there
This shit hard though, it sound vintage
Yeah
Get money
Listen
[Verse]
Ay
E-S-P, N-I-Q-U-E no underscore
Follow me, you want the truth? It ain't no other source
If it's what, early 2000s, I front cover Source
I heard niggas clout chasing, they going overboard
The sickest niggas in the game don't really get awards
6ix9ine got extorted, hit the Billboards
They gave a snitch 10 mill, a price I'll kill for
Compared to that most the real rappers still broke
(Shit) I can't take this shit
Gang member since a jit and niggas fake this shit
Claim my set and you ain't this I bet your face get split
Real G's move in silence till we spray your shit
On God, niggas fraud
I been silent from the start
Niggas going out bad trying to turn into a star
From the E-way
Not the EA
I'm still a East Side nigga, that's a cliché
Went from selling niggas kush all through the weekday
To jugging niggas with fake items on the eBay
I don't fuck with bank fraud, that ain't how Nique play
But I got a plug for ya on that piece, ay
When that time getting cold keep that heat, ay
I'll rather die strong than live weak, ay
Play the curb if you ain't ready for the street, ay
Niggas hating, I ain't even at my peak, ay
Shit, trying to knock me off my focus, I get it
These niggas wanna see you lose when you winning
I never obey rules, never tried to fit in
Bitch it ain't the way you start, it's how you finish
My mama said "Do yo thing, but keep that toddler fed"
Never acted like no duck but I need all the bread
If you disrespect my blue we'll leave your collar red
If you don't like the way I groove then you can call the feds
I do this shit for all them Summers we ain't make no moves
Do this shit for all my folks that ain't think I lose
Until my soul get out the country I ain't pay my dues
Make a way since them motherfuckers say no room
'Nother rapper from the South but they ain't made like this
Real one from the womb, I'ma stay like this
Got something for a nigga tryna take my shit
Make a nigga never wish he chased the fame like this
Fake friend round the kid not notice
But I'm steady acting like I don't know it
The shit dead, gon' and send the nigga roses
Keep a ounce and a pistol fully loaded
The shit be crazy when you gotta watch your closest
The shit be crazy when you gotta watch your closest
The shit be crazy when you gotta watch your closest
Ay fuck them niggas, hm, get money
Get money
That's it right there