Texty

Pops use to play wit the torch Momma work through the night Just to build up a fort Started trappin now my trappin a sport Remember days when I ain't have no support I was lost in these streets I had to grind just to find a way to eat Losing hope I was facing defeat Ten toe down I stand on my feet Yeah yeah They counted me out They saying that I ain't gon make it I want it I get it I go out and take it Just feel like Lou Williams I'm so underrated Look at the drip Check out my swag Fucking ya bitch doing my dab Foreign the whip s on the class Road to the riches I'm straight to the cash Broke my heart when they killed my brother Rest In Peace to porn you know I really love ya Neva trust a bitch and that's word to mother And these snake niggas moving undercover Watch them niggas that you call ya brova Keep a lethal weapon strapped like Danny Glover Niggas watched me starve ain't try to feed my hunger They want me to fail rather see me suffer Niggas be fucking for fame Internet thugs I do not entertain One of my goals is to ball with the team Hunger yea you know that be the gang I played the scene when them oops came thru blazing Live without fear this the shot I was raised in Can not relate to you niggas that's hating My time was coming I had to be patient Had to be patient God put through the struggles cause he knew I would make it The money came niggas claimed we related I lost my soul when my grandmama faded I found a way through that pain The trap is what kept me from going insane Don't do no dick riding Just stay in my lane And fuck love ain't no love in this game Niggas be plotting But I'm never slipping That 357 nose longer than pippin It's blood on my soles so you know what I'm dripping I'm scaling that work then I bag it and ship it Don't touch my pc I just re-up and flip it Stacking 3 o's had to double my triplets My money different I run up them digits Ain't cuffing no bitch I just hit it and quit it
Writer(s): Devon Pinnock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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