Lyrics:
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"I worked too hard to get my baby ballin' kid! "
Down the fives - had me blue collar poppin' it
Now I'm in the club - and look who I
intolerant
"I worked too hard to get my baby ballin' kid!"
Down the fives - had me blue collar poppin' it
Now I'm in the club - and look who I get it
trust the transporter
My job is done once I get it to the border
Perico, coke game is kilos of cocaine
Hypodermic needle to the groove, I dose veins
that's really me
Fake niggas industry, won't let that shit get into me
Rapping bout that bullshit you ain't live, you a slave to me
Hustle so hard I can
got them more ratings?
Listen to the kids bro!
I still don’t understand award shows
I don’t understand how they get five
People who work their entire
comin' to town but you just can’t wait
Check the station, for conversation at six-block
Uno here, to put suckers in the mix
I get deeper than
See mails on the e mail
Got the green before they see Hell
Goin' hard like a shemale
You know what I mean
Get it? Goin' hard like a shemale? Shit
In
Says he's got a bad cough wants to get it paid off
God knows when but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alleyway lookin' for a new
Says he's got a bad cough wants to get it paid off
God knows when but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alleyway lookin' for a new
as an adult, about to act up
Out on the block he played the average street games
Gamblin, scramblin, just to build up a name
Pumped a few pockets, he got
the back with a drip
Come and get a sip
La-di-da
Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em
New kid back on the block with a R.I.P
Dad got the sag in
fad
Don't let the game take me out
I'm taking out the game that's on them thangs
They say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big
What, you
purpose to the Lord
But sometimes this shit be fuckin' with me hard
And I'm heartless, I'm a kid again
Lookin' out my window watchin' niggaz get murdered
be cats with no conscious
No nonsense niggas, with no options
That know how to carry that rock
make the hand-off, and run off the block
It's hard
one thing, I love you, uh
On my mama's porch, watching Unc drive by
In that old Honda Accord
Kids come running up when I was just getting bored
Head
cribs with kids and blow wigs back
Police is grimy, lookin' like "try me"
Ready to lock me up, ridin' by me
I just put my game face on
Five of us
get eclipsed
And then I star in the movie (LexNour)
Where the underdog leaves the
Wholе game straight confused
You think you rappin' with a
God, you
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
[The Game:]
I'm coming straight for your neck dawg,
Razor blade
To blow up your block and spank shit
Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)
Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)
Yo, I'm
with me
You can
Hang up your raps now or hang in a choke
I'd rather
Hang by my neck than hang because of my throat
New York City in the building nigga
by?
Choose your path, hustle hard, sleep, repeat
Pick your style
Choose your path, hustle hard, sleep, repeat
Feel alive
How you gon' get paid?
You
want
Cuz i know she aint new to dat
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
But you
Yo, New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
All
Yo, New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop
All
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