Lyrics:
more to lose than you do
My nigga why would I risk it
I said it's nanayawbusiness
You think it's none of your business
We don't do it for the nookie
But
rookie
Playing my role that they way that I know
Not contributing got to let go
I filled up your cup I aint pouring no more
Who gon fill mine when I'm
with ya
I'm just tryna get richer
The same lame nigga hit me up be the same lame nigga dissin'
But that's how the shit go
When you give your heart
When
to perception
Fuck bout a hobby, baby, don't you see the progression
I'm only embodied by a vibe and maybe a message
I'm mortified, really, I see em walkin' like
watch your mouth
Either way it go, you get this .30 on this .50 cal'
You just need to know it's motherfuckin' goin' down
Trust me, got no time
the dome
Your bitch be hittin'
I told her leave me alone
She want the wood I told her go shop it at Lowe's
My cousin got it by the load
I'm on the road my
the way I move
I’m just trying to make my living
Officer Yusuff
Silver and Gold
What do I owe
I’m just on the road
Had to get up and go
None do I owe
Pocket
to the starts
Wanna go ghost, somewhere far
The more problems I get
Then I just get richer
And I feel like Picasso
Need to paint me a picture
I get drunk, (What)
been trying to live by the scripture
They bother me, tell me not to preach
Ain't in none of my pictures
The likes of which you have never seen
They still
that ain't yours
Hood operator and none too greater
With the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta haters
Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more zone
richer than your bitch, whoever thought count again, you’ll never win
You said that fuck nigga wake up, get on them M’s ,get out your skin
Get that money,
swear sometimes
I had nowhere to live
Had to go rob and steal
So happy I didn't get killed
I was ahead of time
Wasn't taking no orders from dad or mom
no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit
shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, why'all niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We
None of these motherfuckers richer than us
Two tone VV's and that bitch on bust
Go back to the ho, can't show no love
Can't fuck with green, might kick
Feel like DaVinci I'm painting these pictures my canvas the beat and my supper like Dinner
Told myself let's go get richer so then I flicker and sip
your name and face
On the day you are judged by the funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall
soldiers and troops
If you not ducking then you are a goose
None of my people are rats and snakes
Live by the motto whatever it takes
I got the power like
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
counting up racks, blues, lil' boy don't get too close
Don't you even try to act cool, none of your diamonds gon' glow
Whippin' around in a Jag two hundred
or ketamine
Every horse makes gelatine
Old ways make by-products
The dairy cow made into Prada
Your old scars tell new stories
Life lived since you swore you
on glass, plus I love that ass
Short and sexy, lips always wet see
I go downtown 'cause it's fresh plus she lets me
Rub it the right way like Johnny Gill
Dylan needs a rum
Why don't you go and get him one?
And then I'll pour it and I'll pour it
'Til the bottles giving none
I've been spitting bedroom bars
that's all I need to vibe, asking what I do tonight
That's really none of your business, unless you wanna get in this
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah
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