Letra

Yeah It's Funny how niggas ain't never told me shit (Keeping knowledge and shit) Left me out here to dry (Just learn on your own nigga) It's heavy though Yo Coming across Just for the dough (doe) we bucking the law Tryna put stacks in the mall When we ball A nigga that's stealing Your name isn't Paul Jon Snow when I'm guarding the wall The rose grew that's a garden of moss Niggas tripping I can't pardon the fall Debts delinquent now I'm charging em off (you filthy) Zero balance On your talents I got habits Bigger than some fucking powder or some tablets Like forgiving niggas who mean me harm That's part of my charm I know that I'm a goat But don't belong on a farm I always tried to curve my feelings Just so nobody could hate me People hoping I expire Obvious they wanna date me Christians don't have enough memory But still they tryna save me Niggas asking for a feature You should know you have to pay me Nigga come on Gotta wife and a daughter nigga what's up with that Niggas never told me how this shit work (they didn't) Collecting what you owe me You should know we Want that tip first Don't wanna hear you broke Ya pockets looking kinda healthy I'm suspicious that you holding What else didn't you tell me Give them goods up Ayo Aye give them goods up Ayo yo Aye give goods up My nigga good luck They Tried to keep me oblivious Mysterious Is what you try to me but obvious is more a synonym I tried to save my duckets But I feel better when spending em Can't let these niggas live The truth is It's better killing em Sorry for the underhanded manner (I'm not) Shout out my homies riding steady Carrying my banner I never fucked with tools But my dudes who use the hammer Can move through all the rules So that they lose Human cameras (cmon) Niggas never told me how this shit work Collecting what you owe me You should know we Want that tip first Don't wanna hear you broke Ya pockets looking rather healthy I'm suspicious that you holding What else didn't you tell me Give them goods up (Lemme have it) Yo yo Aye give them goods up (Just let me grab it) Aye give goods up (I'm tryna stab it) My nigga good luck Yeah Scribe You thought you would survive Nah It's a wrap for that
Writer(s): Damone Tyrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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