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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MO3
MO3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Melvin Noble
Melvin Noble
Songwriter
Zykerian Omar Hood
Zykerian Omar Hood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hood Beatz
Hood Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

I gave my heart to a bitch And what she do she crushed it Gave my heart to a nigga And what he do say fuck me Now I'm ridin' by my self lonely I'm getting money Now I'm shining But I won't let 'em take nothing from me All my life they talked about me They made me to blame But if you struggled like I struggled You would've did the same I got family to feed, I pray for better days And I won't let 'em see me weak They gotta feel my pain Try to throw dirt on my name But I won't let 'em Tried to convict me for that case But I wouldn't let 'em Partner got jealous want my place But I won't let 'em They tried they hardest to break me But I wouldn't let 'em (why-y-y) They tried they hardest to break me But I wouldn't let 'em That bitch I'm fucking a hoe They tried to tell me I really liked her a lot thought she was special But she was fucking a nigga she thought looked better But I ain't thinking bout no looks I'm thinking bout some cheddar Can't judge a cover by the book The fakest be the realest The streets done did me dirty It's so cold I need a sweater Momma always said she told me Told her I don't need no lecture But I ain't switch I just went harder Bitch I'm Ali and Mayweather Got them racks and copped a foreign Now that boy applying pressure I spent 30 on this watch I'm on they neck and I won't let 'em And I got 30 in this glock Don't make me put 'em on a stretcher My shoulder you can lean on Imma keep it G I told my brother we on And he thought I was tweaking Till I showed him my condo And 50 bands in my jeep And for them hoes I used to want I don't give a damn if they speak (why-y-y) All my life they talked about me They made me to blame But if you struggle like I struggled You would've did the same I got family to feed, I pray for better days And I won't let 'em see me weak They gotta feel my pain Tried to throw dirt on my name But I won't let 'em Tried to convict me for that case But I wouldn't let 'em Partner got jealous want my place But I won't let 'em They tried they hardest to break me But I wouldn't let 'em (why-y-y) This for them rich niggas And broke niggas Why you say broke? Cuz I used to be broke nigga Now I count a lot of dough nigga Cuz being broke is not an option You either grind or I cant fuck with ya See my mind state was go and get it Grind by any means And all that time I did that time I kept it stiff by any means And for my partner I ain't lying I would've did about anything He crossed that line Saying shit about me niggas be snakes I don't really need 'em That's why its fuck 'em, I don't need that Don't need no ratchet hoe asking Where the weed at? Fuck social media I don't need no feed back Don't need nobody helping me I know where imma be at (why-y-y) All my life they talked about me They made me to blame But if you struggle like I struggled You would've did the same I got family to feed, I prayed for better days And I won't let 'em see me weak They gotta feel my pain Tried to throw dirt on my name But I won't let 'em Tried to convict me for that case but I wouldn't let 'em Partner got jealous want my place But I won't let 'em They tried they hardest to break me But I wouldn't let 'em (why-y-y)
Writer(s): Zykerian Hood, Melvin Noble Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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