Lyrics:
be really dope
Damn, it's been a long road, and the industry is cold
I'm glad my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know
(If you ain't got no
want you to recognize me in the temple
You can't hurt me, I found peace within myself
Go with it, go with it
Jam
It ain't
It ain't too much stuff
Jealous Too if you never seen what I saw
Thowin' All the hatred by you through it like a toss
Whippin' it up in the kitchen without no sauce
I'd be Jealous
green eyes and the memory of your voice and i know that it's aright that she's no longer there
But i feel like i have to compete with her every day
I
ballin' by myself so I don't owe you niggas
Knew what I had, because I made it, ain't gotta show you niggas
Found out you jealous of what I got, so I
the ghetto with it
.38 Special, case the devil visit, pessimistic
Ask niggas that was successful with it
Jealous critics, man, I swear this world is hella
at the law
10 years deep, now I'm looking at the bar
Claim sovereignty, because I'm bunkin' with the morons
They degenerate, they ain't looking at the game
nothing
You ain't move nothing
Like a car with no engine
Fuck boy now who you kidding
This game is generation
I'll rip you like a session
Ski mask is off
nothing
You ain't move nothing
Like a car with no engine
Fuck boy now who you kidding
This game is generation
I'll rip you like a session
Ski mask is off
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do em, like nobody ??? 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot
We ain't
My momma ain't raised no punk, and neither did 'Pac
So when it jump off, I breathe for Yak'
Been puttin' in work, so I walk with a bop
And it
of that cake to
Bruh I ain’t jealous
Man, I just want a piece of that cake to
Bruh I ain’t jealous
Shit, I ain’t sweating it
I don’t sweat
I say shit with
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
matter
Lemme in
Let em in
Lemme in I don't care they spell it
I just sparked the blunt I ain't never get jealous
I dish out the meat but I like me some
stay ready when I go
Heavy hitters with me they ain’t liking how we get it
They ain’t really jealous, they just miss it how we kicked it
Heard about
I'm addied up, added up
I just ate a plate for breakfast
Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas
Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my
understand why you act like that
Beware lock your doors tuck your chainz proceed with caution
It ain't safe. keep the fifth by the Bible
It's a home
You know it) i ain't playin' with
I ain't playin' with these niggas (Niggas)
Bitch, don't you play me, don't you try me
I need the exact amount
Look
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
‘Cause you ain’t doing shit and
I don’t like the look of it
Friends, family and you bitches
If it ain’t about no business
You can miss me with it
I
past life
Don't act like we homeboys, ain't no love in the fast life
I switch gears on them jealous bitches, who do you fear?
The gameplan
into your eyes
Can't tell me love ain't real cause it caught me by surprise
If I ever missed your call its only cause my phone died
Just got your message
fuckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me,
not a slave
Get money everyday
It ain't no other way
That's how it is until they put me in a grave
I never learned a trade
I fuck with chess and spades
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