In the grand scheme of things We never were supposed to have shit Born to lose, built to win Folarin Let's get it in We ain't supposed to never have nothing We ain't supposed to never have shit See the growth in my rhymes See my focus ain't on them Nah, at the top is just us, right Let's get it PRPs or some dunks you ain't on Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor We can't leave, for we love the allure Hold mine down and stay above what you on On, I'm appeased and obliged Scorpio freaks quantity Gemini I'mma need me a light Ridin' through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mind I ain't know him but I wish I did Each one, teach one, may the youth live On that, Joey Bad please hold your head Lost one last summer, livin' ain't fair While them niggas scared, we forever here Hate to see you smile, money everywhere Dream killers out, I see them in the rear Before I put them in a song, put them in a prayer, amen We ain't supposed to never have shit We ain't supposed to never have We ain't supposed to never have nothing We ain't supposed to never have shit See the growth in my rhymes See my focus ain't on them Yeah, I'm focused, it's Folarin here I reckon your barbershop talk of this Heavenly father, may the spirit of God Help whoever at odds get your guidance quick All we need Keisha, all we need Becky All we need is God, and fed free fetti My little buddy look strong, young nigga peddle He ain't make it in the leagues, so the streets wet him Gettin' wet up on the corner in whatever weather Before see the jail again, he gonna see the devil Been a week since he seen his mother And 18 since he seen the other I'mma pray for him It's safe to say, he got some pain within It ain't too much that I can say to him 'Cause my bank statement don't relate to him We ain't supposed to never have nothing We ain't supposed to never have shit We ain't supposed to never have nothin' See my focus ain't on them I was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scene Pulled up Aston Martin, you could ask them ya'll seen When I came through this bitch Paper tagging on lean Baddest bitch in the game Nigga that was ya'll dream Hold up, let me get a feel Like Jack say hold up I don't feel these niggas, nah Hey Wallace Yap, what's the problem? I'm focused I'm Kobe, I kill these niggas I ain't scared of these niggas Getting higher than Shaquille O'Neal's field goal percentage Yeah me nigga Till the brokest nigga with got a mill plus interest Meek keep living, get 'em When I was dead broke used to always tell myself I'mma still be the shit 'Til my P.O she locked me up I'mma do the time come home and still be this rich Still see the bricks, I'mma still be a Mitch Got these RICO shit tryna kill me and shit Hol' up, tryna kill me and shit Let me get the flow back, I was killing this shit We was killing them strips, drop heads -- no ceilings and shit Ain't talking 'bout Wayne, bitch I'm talking them things 300 and change got a million in whips, nigga We ain't supposed to never have nothing We ain't supposed to never have shit We ain't supposed to never have nothing See my focus ain't on them Started from the bottom nigga But now we grinding till the law come get us For the money and them commas nigga But can't forget about vagina nigga Started from that bottom nigga But now I got it it's a problem nigga For that money and them dollars nigga And I ain’t rich but I'm still shining nigga I'm still shining nigga I'm still shining nigga Shining nigga We still shining nigga Shining nigga We still shining nigga Shining nigga Let me shine my nigga, church
Written by: HOD DAVID, GLORIA D. NISSENSON, OLUBOWALE VICTOR AKINTIMEHIN, RALPH VICTOR FOLARIN, SAMUEL JOSEPH DEW, LIONEL DEWITT GRAY, KEVIN SPENCER, ROBERT RIHMEEK WILLIAMS, STOKLEY WILLIAMS
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