Lyrics:
shit, yeah doin' this shit, yeah doin' this shit for life
And i'll be gone by 30
Matter of fact i'll be gone by 27 so i ain't stacking that money
I ain't
' just tell em' I'm doin fine
Because I don't know which one Imma drive (Oooh)
Walk forever by my side all my niggas down to ride
You can see a Nigga ready
break bread
With my kin, bitch, i got rich off Barbie
(Huh?)
Gucci her bag, my bitch full of class
Her purse ain't made by Tardy (Trap)
I got dog food, I
I was in and out of lanes, They told me
"Slow it down for Pete's sake (Slow it down for petes sake)
Man, you only live once
In this life, you get no
[Redman]
Eh you already know what it is nigga
Lemme tell you something (Eh fuck them Gilla House niggas)
Eh what you talkin' about bitch I
you feeble (I can tell)
I can tell by your grind we ain't equal (I can tell)
I wake up in the morning I get to it (get it done)
You wake up in
no I ain't over you
But I'm doin' my best
Every day and every night
Hangin' on by a thread
That's stretched just a little too tight
If I can't
doin' better since you left
I know you tired of feelin' like you ain't enough
Girl, I swear it's all love, you stuck with me when times got rough
Why you
to ruin it
Shout out to the fact that I'm the youngest nigga doing it
Cap on, brim bent, Denzel, every time
She ain't tryna pop that shit for pimp, okay,
really tough
Just luck, really ain't enough
Im workin' like a runt
So what i'm spittin' real, Im keepin' it blunt
You thinkin' Im dumb for doin what I love
No one saw me doin' this
Used to being doubted
Ain't no way around it
Laughing in my face now I'm surrounded
Taking hits and I'm sinking
They don't
hatin' on me dog I'm just doin' what it do
There's money to be made so I'm stackin' to the sky
Smokas all day boy you know I stay high
Bitch I'm doin' me
and it's evident)
You're just a stunt, seekin' a settlement
The lyrical line (The article original)
Afflict like a convict, I ain't no criminal
Schemin'
prosperous moves wit the jewels, wit Wu Nikes on
It's cool don't ever act like niggaz ain't who new
One!
[Hook]
[Outro]
Yea! we just sit back, in
And I'm stoic against those who think that they be slick
[Verse 3]
Packin' the lyrical Pistol, and the rest ain't about it
And I got bullets by the tons,
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but
rose from that gutta
From holdin that butter
You know its dope by the color
I roll wit the hustlers
To dough we accustomed huh
Fcuk Iz u doin
Fcuk Iz u
(Hit-Boy)
A divine creature, ran through dimes, divas
I turned blocks to beaches
By the time you see us, we just turned tides even
Cuban chain,
my niggas finna rush
If you ain't by my side, pussy niggas better hush
Niggas say I'm doin too much
They say I'm doin too much
If these niggas ain't
'm hypnotized by this shawty
Can not keep my eyes of her body
I ain't worried 'bout time when you 'round me
When you hit my line, over stars
She been on my
slacks, loops and sales tax
On the racks but my label is Derelict
Spic-n-Span I slam, it's balls you lick
Ill missions, but doin us ain't even simple
I ain't complainin', yeah, I like it
When I took you home, I had the sadness in my eye
But I been trained to never cry
I was trained to always lie
and those
Word to hispanics, 'atics
Rollin nappies and Caddy classes (yeah)
Gettin harassed them by them bastards
[Professor]
Hey yo, I see your color
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