Lyrics:
tryin'
I'm matchin' by mistake I want that yacht I'm on my grind
I learn from my mistakes
You want it daddy go and get it
Don't never hesitate
I'm
mistaken for Christ
Been known to fratenize with unsavory types
Who ain't never back down in they're life that's right
I'm talkin street generals with war
bring the plan back to my team, tell 'em go wild
God body, my physique, and my profile
I did every single goal that I wrote down, checked it off it's
Press down
Shape up
Never settle for the pay cuts
Street culture raised us
Show the whole world what it made us
Sprinting on the blacktop, I could
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
ain't drunk, then you in the wrong club
Don't feel sexy, you're on the wrong beat
Tell the bar that we don't want no glass
Just bottles and I'm buying
the zone with all control (I’m coming for the victim culture)!
[Verse 3]
Don’t beat yourself up that’s called a Jussie Smollett,
You need to be a victim so
too
G-G-G-G, Shady
Shady Aftermath (yeah)
Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go
Yeah (G-G)
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
Wanna see me get high get high wit me (Get high)
Wanna see me get by get by with me (Get by)
Wanna see me in the club yeah bitches pull up (In
fiends cry but they don't regret
Everyone get high, go out 'til they
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the,
green
I gotta eat on the go Day
I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way, what?
A ho in Chipotle, no
This is food for
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
me, everywhere that you go
If you plan to start drama please leave it at home
I don't wanna hear your problems just leave me alone
JHEEZE!
When you see
I ain't goin' in the club, 'less I got the tool on
Goin' against the gang, that's the way you get shoot on
Code red, I don't give a fuck who I knew
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
don't go home lonely
Club like song
Fresh from the bottles
Tryin to get lucky like lado
Do it to your pass out
That's the motto for prado
Insinuing lucky
your friend
Hey, fuck your culture
I ain’t got no culture it’s only culture
And it's more afraid of you
Than you are of it go on, drink that
Blood,
ain't got no culture
It's only culture, and it's more afraid of you than you are of it
Go on, drink that
Blood, didn't they want your blood
So why
I'm mad 'cause rappers is wack
Don't mind us culture subtractin' ya' stacks
[Juganot]
We broadcastin' live from the streets where I come
Prepared for
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
shots
Stay in some red bottoms, don't know if they real or not
She have her ups and her downs, somehow she always go hard
She say she work for herself,
to pull up in the latest
In the streets, in the club, man, I guess that's how they made me
Every night, getting lit, I like to party like the 80's
doubt me
When I stood by you proudly
I would have gave my last breath
Now you can't breath without me
Oh when you're in the club ya
All you think about
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
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