Lyrics:
i just might make bond
release me on my own
???? bak on the streets
with no employment
no doubt
without no cheese up in my pocket
tell me how
pull up with three K's, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang, gang, them boys not flexin' the same
I'm done with adjustin' to fame, pull up on your set,
Kappernick
I hit her up, blocka blocka, clap ya bish
Done she a dubb, she ain't even mad at it
Knows I prefer, increase in salary
I gotta go, look, zoom
Bish
Don't know the day and hour
Or how it's gonna be
But I'm thankful for the times that we had up in the streets
You was more than just a friend
I
these bitches is dubbs
And I love her way too much to give up
But I can tell by her actions that she don't give a fuck
No, she don't give a fuck
And I
me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we
a tactic to snatch it, strap back and stack some platinum
Double on the mag random, with the bullets I brand em
Finna hold the game ransom
Runnin' up in your
games in it
Thirty thousand dollar Rolex with Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man, this
Mo' money in my piggy bank then you got in yo real bank
I hustle, yeah I hustle
Man I hustle, gotta hustle
You can't take me out the game cause I
At this bih
2 guns Bruce Wayne k dubb sellin
Big bank blowin credit all my life been
Member I had smoke
But ain’t gon say stayed right up tha street
Still
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
type?
Don't get me wrong
You still gotta look cool to me
Bitch, do I look like your type?
Damn, I was wrong how could I stoop so low?
Come on, pull up in
Butta's still here
No doubt I'm thankful mommy
Life's beautiful
I'm laying back like a cuticle (whoo!)
Past behind me, present look pleasant
Future
Butta's still here
No doubt I'm thankful Mommy
Life's beautiful
I'm laying back like a cuticle (Whoo!)
Past behind me, present look pleasant
Future
what the time is,
Dependent on nothing but lucid engagement,
Our head in the clouds but we still on the pavement,
Yeah f**k what you think, don’t need
crown on straight now
This shit 24k now
Yeah
Uh I'm still at the top of the building
But I see you niggas is still at the bottom acting like you not in
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
'cause it's the be-the-are-the-O-the-O-K
L-why-N is the place where I stay
Boy, what the f**k wrong with you?
Uhh, still taking my time, still waiting outside
Still blazing my mind, tryna find my peace
Uhh, still steady
nigga was ballin had them hoop dreams
And even though I ain't still hooping I be shooting things
Stay up in the field with the steel always on my d
If you
to the cash
Streets in a smash
Bad bitch
She a freak
I'm a smash
If they hoe act green
I'm a pass
Good love enjoy
Fucking up a ticket
Might get a ticket
By
be on you
If you signed up married the game betta be loyal
You passed and you still in the field get you a lawyer
If yo name on paperwork don't bring
the man when I land
Where I’ve been’s a sight to see but I ain’t get it on cam
She A text me can we link
I fit her her in my plans
Then I send OT dubb
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