Ayy ayy ayy ayy gang gang. Bro, we really got to f*ck this one up bro, no cap. Oh I got that act making shit clap Smoking that sack while I'm beating her back Smoking on thrax just to relax Multiple minds I kept under wraps On wants to kill me one wants to live One wants to kill and ones already dead But don't get it twisted we all about our bread When I get rich my whole teams getting fed Shorty looking for me she know where I be at I be at these shorty's heads like I was some pre-wrap Bad lil biddie walked past, yeah I need that In the club bent off the Henny like a knee cap Nay Money on the track and I ain't letting up If I get that shorty on the ground she ain't getting up She know we can really get it cracking if she getting tough Blowing up my line I guess shorty didn't get enough Started with nothing I ain't have shit Had to take steps brick by brick Life's not a path that you can predict I was trapping in the same old kicks Wore them out till they had no grip Now I'm balling like J.R for the Knicks No hoes, now they all on my dick Silly hoes, got to treat them like tricks Got my hair done got my bitch's hair done too When I run up on her wonder where she gonna run to Keep it on the low then we can have some fun boo If you tell ya friends I'm gonna tell em I don't want you Seat leaned back blowing gas out the sunroof Bad lil biddie I think bros about to run thru He was like "come to", but I don't want to Got a bad jawn from NJ ready to come thru Ew shit (Haaaaaa) I f*ck them and tell them to dip Where were you when I ain't have shit All this fake love, you better quit I don't look back I don't reminisce Look at my doubters I got them pissed Had nothing so I took a risk Now they're fans because I'm getting rich Multiple minds I don't know their names One loves the trenches and one wants the fame One wants to stay and one wants to change But every last one wants to take over the game One got a dude, one got a bitch But both of them loyal so neither going to swich Both named Janaya, I nicknamed them Nay Don't know who I am it depends on the day I got that act making shit clap Smoking in sack while I'm beating her back Smoking on thrax just to relax Multiple minds I kept under wraps One wants to kill me one wants to live One wants to kill and ones already dead But don't get it twisted we all about our bread When I get rich my whole teams getting fed Gang gang Yeah bro
Written by: Janaya Hazlip, Seth Alexander
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