Confess
Cashjunky Baby
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Breakin' down dimes aint stressin im fine yea Pain on my mind I gotta go grind yea In love with the shine put gold on my time yea Ya dawg aint ya slime he flaw thats a crime yea I gotta confess this sh-t on my chest o I might need a vest these n-ggas be pressed o I feel like a mess but look how i'm dressed o I feel like im blessed I gotta confess o Its all in my mind its all in my heart I had to grind I had to go get it like that from the start I kept the sh-t G I kept the sh-t solid since a jit in the park Now I done growed up I can see it you was hatin in the park n-ggas be scarred Im keepin my guard im dealing the cards I feel like a ace in the spades game ahh jus playin my part And n-ggas they talk around like woo these n-ggas be broads And n-ggas they switchin up like wha these n-ggas be fraud these n-ggas be fraud And that sh-t a shame yea yea Switchin the lanes yeayea Flickin the flame yeayea Money my gang yeayea This aint a game yeayea This what I claim yeayea Cash on my chain yeayea Cash in my name yeayea ohh I put that on COBI n-gga and all of the wounds thats all in my mind I feel like soldier n-gga And all of hatin and chasin these ho-s gone get you exposed lil n-gga Dont trade on ya brother and keep the sh-t loyal yea that be code lil n-gga yea that be the code ohh Breakin' down dimes aint stressin im fine yea Pain on my mind I gotta go grind yea In love with the shine put gold on my time yea Ya dawg aint ya slime he flaw thats a crime yea I gotta confess this sh-t on my chest o I might need a vest these n-ggas be pressed o I feel like a mess but look how i'm dressed o I feel like im blessed I gotta confess o I jus been grindin and grindin up lately Keep the sh-t solid no fugazi N-ggas stay drippin wasnt nun basic Got blue strips all in my faces Gimme a bag wasnt no patience Smokin dis gas jus like patient Smashin the gas not talkin racin I dont even pass young n-gga facin Hustle up hard for my n-gga he gone N-gga that kill ya he probably ya homes Sh-t just be tragic thats why where i come from Dont trust a n-gga I move all alone Cant judge these n-ggas dont give ya respect N-gga gone hate me I might need a vest Dont need no n-ggas I jus need a check I jus been grindin I feel like a vet All of these stripes on me like a ref Stiff arm a hater I did it myself Long live Luh COBI put that on my rep Long live my sister put that on myself Keep all that talkin down to left Lil n-gga f-ck you and how ya felt I only feel money and myself Gimme a bag just for myself ohh Just give me a bag just for myself ohh Gimme a bag just for myself ohh And late at night I talk to myself ohh I told myself n-gga you a check Breakin' down dimes aint stressin im fine yea Pain on my mind I gotta go grind yea In love with the shine put gold on my time yea Ya dawg aint ya slime he flaw thats a crime yea I gotta confess this sh-t on my chest o I might need a vest these n-ggas be pressed o I feel like a mess but look how i'm dressed o I feel like im blessed I gotta confess o
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