Lyrics:
'm juss trynna live
My life
Remember
When that nigga
Almost took it
So I'll blo 10 bands
I ain't thinking bout it twice
Yo daddy was a rat
You a mice
I juss
ain't got no game
Fuck sex, bitch, I'm gettin' checks
I'm lookin' at yo calendar, nigga, what's next?
It's empty, there's nothin' on the schedule
You
sure yo' dream is congruent
Suggest you learn the lang' and speak it fluent (fluent)
Can't worried 'bout the Joneses, I don't do the shit they doing
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
shawty
Pour up another cuz I don't feel shit
I ain't no boy, I'm the man, I don't quit
Dinner wit you, Santa Monica beach
Wondering how you fit that in yo
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
did somethin else
I did what I wanted to, I did it for myself
Now whatcha gon' do with yo' life
People try to tell you what to do, it's yo' life
You
and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'
That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the city of Hub
Because
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
I don't know about you but I know about me
Everything that I do that's what I speak
I stand on my word know I gotta keep it G
You ain't ever fucked
Right by my side
B Hudson, Jadakiss, Ne-Yo
I think it's me and you tonight ma, let's go
They say every good woman needs a thug
They say every
jealous
Show you off to the fellas (Woo)
Biiig (Big Bad)
Pull up on you with the Benzes (Skurt Skurt)
Not a dad but I been Daddy (Yo soy Papi)
Gotta ask
so you tell me you love me too
Wake up in the morning like, "Yo, what the fuck we do?"
I gotta go, bitch, you know I got stuff to do
'Cause if I get
so you tell me you love me too
Wake up in the morning like, "Yo, what the fuck we do?"
I gotta go, bitch, you know I got stuff to do
'Cause if I get
they ain't biggin you up
They ain't really yo guys
Gotta keep yo eyes on the prize And get some food on yo plate
I got some shit on my mind
And this shit
by yo pelvis
I'm the hardest out the city
Who better lil nigga tell me
I'm busy so keep it brief if it be me you tryna dial up
The art in getting money
Ain't Minimum wage
We do this for women
And children we made
Hook:
This how it gotta sound
That's how it gotta look
I see what you doing
That’s what
you better cut the television on
Don't want us on yo ass, best to get the gettin on...
Homes,
I way known ya if you want it
I ain't gotta go fo bad, I
heard about, fresher than you heard about
Yeah I'm strapped now pussy nigga this ain't just word of mouth
For niggas wit dirty mouths, I got a lot
really far
And you can’t reach them by car
So I wanna buy you a rocket ship
So you can go and see yo friends
Cause with a mind like that, girl
You gotta be
It's too many wanna be loved
I just wanna kcuf and get up
Don't gotta tell me what you're thinkin'
'Cause I know just what you're thinkin'
She
on)
Left you on yo' own
Girl, tell me what you feel like
Blindfolded, I'm cold do it real nice
That's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
feelings getting magnified
Now I gotta take the time sit back recline
I can tell by yo eyes you just acting kind
You don’t care about anything I sacrifice
to be there for you (tried to be there for you)
But you ain't let me come through (but you ain't let me come through)
And I'm still calling yo phone
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