Lyrics:
I don't know what I did, got em feeling like that
Bitch text too long, I ain't gonna type back
You ain't putting no work, I ain't splitting my stack
Don't worry bout cameras
Don't trip off a witness
Keep thinking this shit
Is for games and for gimmicks
We made a spin in a van
Damn no not in the plan
and don't worry bout the breakdown
Holding on to the money keep a grip
Bro at the crib while I'm out talking trips
Yves Saint Laurent on my shirt it's
to life like Brandon Lee,
Hit the corner, wit a four-four loner,
On a one way trip off that water,
Run fo yo life, the mic rock hard
I'm fuckin wit no
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
soon
Apologies if that sounds nothing like you
We're not on the same path, so insightful
Don't you worry 'bout me, I'll be fine dude
Sorry bout the texts
Now, if you have a blunt or a gun to light
In each and every town
Den you no worry 'bout no wacka rappa DJ
And the Cav magi will hold you down
So,
been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no s*** but n****s trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have
I just flex ain't worry bout u bitch
Got my mom no wonder bout shit
Check the grind I wanna be rich
When I check my bank
There'll be money for me
200
(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Uh, get your mans
If you switchin' up then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold, red
pino and the grigio,
I Bougied out a bit since baby lee on, bit my genomes
I tightened ship divided chips delighted by the reload,
This lifes a trip so
STRAIGHT LYRICS
Written by: Brandon Hayes AKA Familiar The Artist
Intro
I mean it’s a whole lotta mu-fuckin money to make/ I’m just trynna get some
debt still correct
Revised and updated from the old temple
Big Pens is Tai Chi
Head crack shit my brains is Jet Lee
Put away your weapons its
high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
build my bridge,
(like that)
Brick by brick
My empire might flip, get cash
Overnight don't trip
Check stats
Wasn't quick
Shit I spent 6 racks
(No cap)
or trip when you see the lights
cause they can tell you're nervous just by looking in your eyes
in H-Town the business in booming
but it won't last long if
Nah Ian worry about crowd
Imma shoot by myself like a technical foul
Broke nigga quarintine stay in yo bag
Rather trip then slip watch for the stash
Had
speaking makes yours suddenly worse?
An uneasy feeling overtakes me
As you look up and then you turn to face me
Can't let it go like bloom girl by Banksy
been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggas trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have
want no shit but niggas trip and, yo
It's on
Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry
Better have on a vest aim for
The chest and then you buried
to life like Brandon Lee,
Hit the corner, wit a four-four loner,
On a one way trip off that water,
Run fo yo life, the mic rock hard
I'm fuckin wit no
Throw me on some Bruce Lee shit 170 grand t-shirt
That Givenchy shit
No Dominos pizza
I've been winning for a long time
I think it's written in my
like a gecko on the wall She's doing fine
Fuck it im obssessed by the drip
Stuck with the gang and I'm Never gon trip
Me and ma dawg we up and we Gon
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