Lyrics:
Uh, can I get a amen? (Good God)
Amen (good God)
Amen (sundress make a nigga sing a church song)
Unless the beat drops and make me put a verse
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
And look I'm tryna get paid
Ain't got time to ride
My niggas... ask me why
I'm in the crib all night
Cause I like it, hey
And I like it, aye yeah
Yeah, uh
Shorty, get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground,
Cocaine by the pound
Getting paid
on us
Couple bitches that was tryna cop
A dents on us
Spanish love me coz im say im good
I fuck around im in the fuckin hood
Everyday im in a different
My mic vocals, is like choke-holds
Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe again
I'm from a place where
right.
There is no diff between me and you
Except I look good and you look through.
Take that.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got
Mic, mic, mic
Yeah we good now
Turn the vocals down a little bit, just a little bit
I want it loud
Here's my moment of clarity
I've been
this fad
I got the haircut
I got the haircut
What does he think he is
That he makes me act like a good yid
So imma go and tick him off
So I got haircut
or comparin' classics (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look
They want my spot but tryna skip every step I took
I wish 'em the best
strong when I took the deal
Strugglin' and strivin', farther my purpose to toil harder
Tryin' to make good off my honor 'til a hater really make me
so bad, they don't ever sit You rather use guns before usin' fists
They tell me no, but I'm so used to it She walk by, I make sounds like I'm Ludacris
me a plaque
But what's better than that?
I know everything
I know everything, I know myself
I know morality, spirituality
Good and bad health
I know
haters who wishing Renz and Laps would fail/but the top spot seem like it was my destiny/to only have my peoples and my family standing next to me/the biz
things that ain't none of my biz
And just cause something looks don't really mean that it is
Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife
took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Now I
Kindness is a treasure
And it's one towards me you've seldom shown
So I'd say it for a good measure
To all the ones like you I've known
Ya know I'd like
pull my punches, good night to regrets
It's about time that I find myself
I've been down for a while but never out by much
Never lost my grip, had
charged
Coming up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
My own son don't know me
Sitting up in the hotel room lonely
But
really need you, so
Let's talk about you and me
Let's talk about tonight, baby
Let's talk about all the good things that could happen if you leave with me
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
the homies Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers
Shorty in down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
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