Lyrics:
Where we goin' now, where we goin' now
All that I know is we gonna make it out
Mind over and we feeling all the power
Mind taking me to them mystical
niggas, that ain't gon be me
Spend it all on you, everything for free
Get you all them diamonds feel like I went on a heist
We closin out the stores, that's
Imma stack me a m with the bros on the road And i swear that we all together
Got no hate for nigga but once you start crossing dem lines
Y'all gone
cannibal if it takes that for you to live
Now tell me how y'all expect to eat if y'all boys ain't hungry
How you figure you gon straighten the beef if y'all
fun living life cause you still young
I can't really help but wait like I'm trey songz
Spending time in Miami time in Atlanta
Bottle girl vibes say you
for a Whopper
Look left and see partner, I hit the stash Blaka, now that's drama
Who the fuck you think you is, Ron O'Neal?
Tat-tat, what the fuck
y'all niggas
Y'all niggas tag me with them niggas?
I'mma make it bad
So for Bus Kingpin #TheLosers
I'll smash any one of
You motherfuckers for fun see,
on my block
When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot
Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes
Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get
on my block
When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot
Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes
Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get
The culture is not for you old mothafuckas
I know they gon' hate on me never did like me
That's why they gon' hate on me
When I be winning they thinking I'm
won't stop
Can't stop y'all it won't stop
What kind of world are we living in Today?
The music that I love has been Leading us astray
Tell me how this
B-L-A-C-K they don't like me for that and sometimes I see gray
Even though time flying I wanted to move weight
Biggie and 9-4 bad boy I need faith
I own my
Hustlin' to see my family good ya mamas straight
Living money over everything so when they hate
Rolexs and 11's hot box it in my 7's
Ain't nobody got me
a harpoon
Through ya heart soon if you walk to
Close to me, close shot
Flow for mi me coast you
Can't see my flow I practice notes
With the ghost, no joke,
understand I ain't her man
but I'm her man when I want that
now you cryin' like Trey Songz
you caught a heart attack
I only want her for tonite
you can
my mama don’t know got me stressed
How I seen a few dead bodies they was stretched
Jumped in a gang at 11, what the heck
Jumped in a gang at 11
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
of the conversation
But you hate to admit it might as well embrace yeah
Underestimated
Tell me why all of these niggas hating
Some of y'all niggas just can't take it
me
Show me the real you, baby
I been all around the globe
Yall just getting started
Used to be like you though
Praying for my songs to be charted
You live and you learn
No time for mistakes now
Money Dreams
Come from pissy alleyways with loads of feens
Had to get it up by any means
Now it's drop
on begging you to stay
I couldn't hold on, so please forgive me, I wasn't strong
I take my lick and I move on
Fuck them niggas for life, the way they did me
that you plan to leave
When done with your little motherfucking time here
Me and Yung Trey on a vibe here, feeling vibrant, nigga yeah we right here
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
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