Lyrics:
to you
Yeah, whatever
I call this surviving the bullshit
This how genuine as love could get
For real
I never asked for perfect
I asked for consistent
I get it, you got it, like 1-2-3
I've been working hard as hell for you
To show you things you've never knew
Don't have to do it all by yourself
love yhyh
Oh ALLAH make you liberate me
Your son is been lock in prison
Breaking out tonight to be free
Been sentenced by judge poverty
For money i
these pics, I want my niggas back
Girls say they love me, it isn't that, I steal their heart then give it back
I'm responsible for everything that's
Yeah
Why you love me better on a week day
Fuck a limit go one hundred on the freeway
I'm making money but I miss when it was Green Day
Not in love
raps
Willie Parker money, hand it off then it's runnin' back
Ayo, you fuck with that?
Uh, you gotta fuck with that
You in love with that
Look
Uh
a nigga make it nipsey hussle Rest In Peace
For the nigga that who pulled the trigger he left he’s wife beautiful daughter hope you die by the same trigger
doing it for
Can't fuck with you hoes I can't fuck with you whores
I'm focused on this money just like I'm a dork
I cannot catch no cases I can't go
pussy little bitch head you bear witness
Got no love for a snitch homey that just isn't it
If he's talking all that lip then i'm a give em a stitch
I was
love it never reciprocated
Shit led to my broken heart and my trust being manipulated
I ain’t mad at myself for choosing to be by myself
It’s just me
of the same cause i lost them
For my bro’s do the same cause i love them
Get the money i’m a go getter i know people jealous ima need a lawyer
I know someone
Cause I can't get it off my mind
Darkness fuels the way we die
No I can't get it off my mind
Love and loss won't set me by
Cause I've been all over
Boi . . .
[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
turn to bad habits?, there aint no need to cry
Cuz wheres your shoulder when I need it ,I was by myself
I let my pride get in the way,I couldnt ask for
Fuck money, I just wanna trade
Kindness for kindness
Money is never gonna change
Who I am
Long as I understand
The power that it has
Is only ever
Wanna be more than normal so I'm working my ass off
Hate for the ones who switched up
Hating ass somewhere with they clicks up
While I'm counting money
chains, nice thangs so I rhyme (Rhyme)
I got money, if I'm late girl, buy time
Nice dimes, for ya friends, why'all be in love
Coke, crack, dope, smack,
deserve nothing
Don't get what I prefer, what if?
Stop bitching bout all the shit that's happening and wait for your fucking turn,brother
Still ain't
(that's real)
I ain't bragging about the money, I'm just saying I ain't controlled by the bank account
Or the bank amounts
I'm a businessman but don't
of breathing family that we know to love and live for needing all are leaving what's the reason now's the season no decieving time for us to step up and control
you going through it you'll find out who's who
Real nigga gun always keep it a hun
Showed your true colors now I'm all outta love
Left me for dead had
a strip club I'm throwin money at the shows
Think I fell in love with spending I just buy a lot clothes
Woke up feeling like I'm dubb I'm wit a awful lot
dummy
ever since I started getting money hoes popping out the bushes coming for me
They tryna take it from me
But you know a nigga don't trip
I just
em stranded, never had no love so it's fuck they family
Underhanded, smellin like decit whenever they b around me
Niggaz clowned me, all by my lonely
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