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STEVE NASH
by VIP Watts
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In the cut bitch I'm infectious
Blessing the tracks wit lessons
Pressure I keep applying
You capping gotta address it
Ain't this some fucking irony
Banned from places finessed in whom now require my presence my time requires some extra
Cash nigga
You not tryna pay the fee I politely pass nigga
I can't get no bag witcha
Trust me I ain't mad next time you ask just know the tax bigger
Call me Steven Nash when I attack I always pass niggas
I ain't trying to crash
I just hit 200 on the dash in the something foreign wit a foreign tatted dragons on her ass
So immaculate in bed
She get passionate wit head
Sending pics and loves to tease me in that Savage Fenty set
Imma Far Eastsider
Always knew I would be the one that the East ride fo
Never gon' change
Never gon' fall
Always gon' ball
Steady goin hard
Steady staying dangerous cause safe was never goin' far
Humble up
Understand the rise is like a journey and you'll stumble up at times don't get surprised or get to worried
Cause you learning
Keep trusting the process gotta earn it
When you do you'll receive earnings never burn it
Gotta make it worth it
Real ones make it double up
Gotta make it work just watch I promise imma run it up
Had to learn my purpose once I did I got immersed and got equipped with the essentials to the game then got it in
Then told the squad we gotta win
I told my moms we gotta win
Just told my pops we gotta win
Rose to the top
It took a lot
I didn't stop and lost some friends
But that's coo they couldn't see was I doing when I proved I was a boss we gotta win
Yea I started locking in
Told the squad let's go and take this shit
Death over dishonor is the only way we making it
Can't fuck wit them lames who playing games and always faking it
If you moving strange we takin' aim don't fuck wit hating shit
Hating bitch
In the cut bitch I'm infectious
Blessing the tracks wit lessons
Pressure I keep applying
You capping gotta address it
Ain't this some fucking irony
Banned from places finessed in whom now require my presence my time requires some extra
Cash nigga
You not tryna pay the fee I politely pass nigga
I can't get no bag witcha
Trust me I ain't mad next time you ask just know the tax bigger
Call me Steven Nash when I attack I always pass niggas
In the cut bitch I'm infectious
Blessing the tracks wit lessons
Pressure I keep applying
You capping gotta address it
Ain't this some fucking irony
Banned from places finessed in whom now require my presence my time requires some extra
Cash nigga
You not tryna pay the fee I politely pass nigga
I can't get no bag witcha
Trust me I ain't mad next time you ask just know the tax bigger
Call me Steven Nash when I attack I always pass niggas
I ain't trying to crash
I just hit 200 on the dash in the something foreign wit a foreign tatted dragons on her ass
So immaculate in bed
She get passionate wit head
Sending pics and loves to tease me in that Savage Fenty set
Imma Far Eastsider
Always knew I would be the one that the East ride fo
Never gon' change
Never gon' fall
Always gon' ball
Steady goin hard
Steady staying dangerous cause safe was never goin' far
Humble up
Understand the rise is like a journey and you'll stumble up at times don't get surprised or get to worried
Cause you learning
Keep trusting the process gotta earn it
When you do you'll receive earnings never burn it
Gotta make it worth it
Real ones make it double up
Gotta make it work just watch I promise imma run it up
Had to learn my purpose once I did I got immersed and got equipped with the essentials to the game then got it in
Then told the squad we gotta win
I told my moms we gotta win
Just told my pops we gotta win
Rose to the top
It took a lot
I didn't stop and lost some friends
But that's coo they couldn't see was I doing when I proved I was a boss we gotta win
Yea I started locking in
Told the squad let's go and take this shit
Death over dishonor is the only way we making it
Can't fuck wit them lames who playing games and always faking it
If you moving strange we takin' aim don't fuck wit hating shit
Hating bitch
In the cut bitch I'm infectious
Blessing the tracks wit lessons
Pressure I keep applying
You capping gotta address it
Ain't this some fucking irony
Banned from places finessed in whom now require my presence my time requires some extra
Cash nigga
You not tryna pay the fee I politely pass nigga
I can't get no bag witcha
Trust me I ain't mad next time you ask just know the tax bigger
Call me Steven Nash when I attack I always pass niggas
