Lyrics:
dick for change by the Kroger like Coinstar
Like Lundy Boy, shit ain't funny, boy (Shit ain't funny, boy)
He'll gun you down for my money, boy (for your
of sandbags drag the shield a meal the meaty hand grabs
I'm splitting hopes at your local Acropolis
Opulence in a cockpit not the pocket for them born with a ??
This summer time I balance out the hurt
I done put in work
Moving out I plot that by the first
Ima do the work
Just last summer a hunnid miles
justified it's
Not seen as a sin
They've been through too much stuff and
They're tired of this shit
They grew up rough sellin' drugs so
Their family could
tattoos
Do not act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance
Started out being raised by a single mother
A boy from a broken home i love my dear mama
I fell in love with music ever since
I heard tupac rapping
really no secret I’d die for my cause
Humanity gripped by disease: in 2020 with death on the rise
Nothing but Kegare in our world leaders, I swear that
Yeah
Lot of broken hearts but I still won't change
They want to take me out but I still stay sane
I'm in it for the money I'm not in it for the fame
come the light now nigga they
Dead
Crack scarfs for my fucking glory
Talking shit up in my territory
Another day another world's sad story
Verse 2
a lifetime veteran (Veteran)
The crown is down for the taking
I go break in
Me ataya with the waiting
I pen these bars so I can heal some scars
Of broken hopes
chasing
Yea you need to humble up before you fall down on your face bitch
Come out fighting when my backs against the wall
Sacrifice my life for this dream
Never needed xanies
Or pill popped them purkies
I'm tapped in
Nine five I've been workin
Fall back in the winter
And spring out all summer
I'm big homie,
for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!)
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets
pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (hey!)
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets
these fears
And you're fighting these demons that manifested through years
Of being led by example we take the mantle of fool
Passed down for generations
cut it out
You need to cut it out
Just let me figure it out
We stressing my blessing
Still waiting for my blessing Lord aw
My blessing Lord
My blessing
be ready cuz it's gon go down?
Ju'vy,
What kinda nigga got change in the bank
10 round his neck, 5 on his pinky ring?
Yea,
What kinda nigga take
there quite peacefully with the rising of the tide
When an idea it came to mind for to usher in the Fall
And we all agreed next Friday night we'd go out
Gunna
I might just pop out in a Vette like my name was Hunna
Feel like BK cause I feel better in the summer
1,2,3,4 I need 5 hits
When the van pulls up
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howl!)
In a pack but I feel all alone
I'm scatterbrained, man
Better
I'm gone let em have it today
Ima turn into a savage today
5k on some tennis shoes
Boy I drip on an average day
Count the money I have in my safe
that's for no doubt
I can just wipe it all out and go back to SOHO
Since way back when, I've been aiming it high
To see my face goes by in flashing lights
I don't want nothing to do with a bitch when I cuff her it feels like it's work
I need some people who riding for me see they holding me down in
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