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I say hold up a second, let me put this on your mind How he got your back and he ain't even got a spine Just met the bitch but I'ma fuck her like she mine They been trying to figure out the way I do it every time Who dat is hating, tell that nigga fall in line Big facts I'm the truth but you gon' listen to them lies Lost my partner to these streets 'cause they ain't wanna see him shine And when my daughter at the park, the only time I let it slide Lets keep it gangster, no exaggeration on the way I live I ain't never got no love so nothing all I got to give Everybody turn they back I know exactly how it feel Don't nobody got your back except the strap when it get real My lil' nina been so good, I prolly get this bitch some heels Prolly go off any minute, they been telling me to chill I had told the honest truth but they all thought it was a fib I ain't talking about no babies when we come shoot up the crib Woke up thinking bout a dollar and I put that on repeat This forreal I'm from the bottom, talking right beside the creek It got real off in the field, I had to come with more than cleats We had noodles in the cabinet but no forks so I can eat Bout to go and risk it all to get my people what they need I don't want no interference how I came is how I leave So I had to trap or die for seven days, you niggas weak We had rice all on the block when I was married to the streets Aight hold up, let me roll up When I showed up Them niggas froze up For that bread robbing deadly get the cold cuts Trying to be all in my business, get your nose touched Drop dope on a scale, get a contact Mind gone, I can't let it get me sidetracked Big goat, matter fact nevermind that Good swap, let me see where your mind at Came across a couple habits, they was coming every week Me and cudda ain't been seeing eye to eye, we barely speak I ain't lying let him try me, if he reach then I'ma teach Know I'm stupid with 3 o's, I'm going out like Memphis Bleek If you scared then go to church and might as well go be a priest Had it hard I swear to god them situations made a beast I can't let nobody play me and I put that on my seed Unemployed I hit the block and put in work with no indeed I say hold up a second, let me put this on your mind How he got your back and he ain't even got a spine Just met the bitch but I'ma fuck her like she mine They been trying to figure out the way I do it every time Who dat is hating, tell that nigga fall in line Big facts I'm the truth but you gon' listen to them lies Lost my partner to these streets 'cause they ain't wanna see him shine And when my daughter at the park, the only time I let it slide
Writer(s): Katron Dreyshun Marshall, Alex Theesfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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