Lyrics:
and homies
If I don't make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homeless
My moms don't got a job, my pop's checks ain't enough
If ain't bringin' home
See us popping champagne, we could do it all night
And if everything gone bad we gon' make it alright
How you expecting awards when you ain't put in
dudes fake, pray for me
It's my time nigga
You catch rabies if you bite this hair
Safe to say I don't like to share, ye
You see I'm what the ladies
countin' up a milli' while my neck gettin' tatted (Wop)
Every broke bitch got a rich man fetish
Money ain't shit, let a broke trick tell it (true)
If
gotta spit it like Pac
I ain't got shit but I still feel good
Nigga can't take what a nigga don't got
Go hard in the paint, you can tell em post up
yesterday
In a 'Dear John' note she said I'm moving to L.A.
I'm calling it off
I'm taking the dog
And don't try to follow
She thinks she's a big star now
cool to dance
But what about the groove that soothes that moves romance
Give me a soft subtle mix
And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it (don't
So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence
bouncers so she ain't playin' round
Shake it fast, shake it fast, shake it fast, girl shake it fast
Don't be playin' when you see us, see us spendin'
I know it's past visiting hours
But can I please give her these flowers?
The doctor don't wanna take procedures
He claim her heart can't take
Even though I ain't that nigga that you're used to
Remember back when I was broke, you would fix me
Do you prefer the broke me or the rich me
buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me
the fake and there's the real and you ain't foolin' me, nigga
Lotta money to be made out here, just who gonna get it?
In a class of my own, I don't see no
10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma
gets so hard at times like now to hold on
But I'll fall if I don't fight, and at my side is God
And there ain't no one going to turn me 'round
There
hit the block, what if I die tonight?
If I die tonight
If I die tonight
Fuck it, if I die tonight
(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)
10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma
I don't have time for the fake friends. Fake love. Fake energy. Keep it real with me
Tell me what you see when you look in my eyes
A king, slave
in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Now the driver smoking chron' (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Fuck it, pump
don't play by the rules makin' no sense today
Gotcha on line so you think it's okay
Better built cell block, mos def say
That's where you gonna stay,
So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence
hell, I ain't the devil
Ditch me when you wanna but if you need a little
I can fix your problems, I always got your back
I can make you famous, by
world, ain't no need to ask why
I'm high till I die and strapped with my 4-5
'Cause you can lose it in the gutter
I wonder if I die by the hands
their fix every time they bumpin' my music
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is
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