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Lil Zay, Guwop, 1017 Uh, uh, yeah, yeah I'ma talk my shit on this one, you heard? Mississippi, stand up Ayy, ayy, you know I am who they said I wouldn't be I'ma make it, just gotta believe Gotta do this shit here for the team I done found us a way out the street They was just sleep on me, I had to wake 'em up We was just broke on the block, tryna get it up New nigga tryna come 'round, we ain't feelin' him He flexin' that sack, them slimes gon' stick him up Ayy, I don't fuck with these niggas, can't hang with us Nigga can't come around me, he ain't havin' none Got a hundred in diamonds, fuck nigga, add it up Took off on these niggas, I done passed 'em up They know we on a whole 'nother level In my own lane, got my foot on the pedal Chasin' them M's and, no, I can't let up Too many bitches, no way I can settle I can't settle for anything Stayed down with this shit, had to maintain Separated myself in my own lane And, no, we ain't ridin' no nigga wave Remember they doubted a nigga Now it's fuck 'em and whoever with 'em And it feel like my time right now Young nigga ran up that bag, they like, "How?" I'm havin' too much money, ain't no way it's runnin' out Got one foot in the game, the other foot still in the trap Gotta take care of the gang, remember days it was a drought Ayy, ayy, you know I am who they said I wouldn't be I'ma make it, just gotta believe Gotta do this shit here for the team I done found us a way out the street They was just sleep on me, I had to wake 'em up We was just broke on the block, tryna get it up New nigga tryna come 'round, we ain't feelin' him He flexin' that sack, them slimes gon' stick him up Ayy, I don't fuck with these niggas, can't hang with us Nigga can't come around me, he ain't havin' none Got a hundred in diamonds, fuck nigga, add it up Took off on these niggas, I done passed 'em up They know we on a whole 'nother level In my own lane, I got my foot on the pedal Chasin' them M's and, no, I can't let up Too many bitches, no way I can settle (huh) Gotta stack my M's up, so I can't see the hate (can't see the hate) I just teamed up with Lil Zay, and we got bread to make (Lil Zay) It's kind of hard to keep it real in this weird world of fakeness (fake) I'm on a road for this guala, R.I.P. to greatness (R.I.P.) These niggas don't wanna see you take off, and it's hard to take it (R.I.P. to Take') I held faith no matter what, them people tried to break it (they can't break it) Folks call me Gucci, in the bank, they call me Radric (call me what?) But now my stash done tripled, they be callin' me Mr. Davis (it's Gucci) You know I am who they said I wouldn't be I'ma make it, just gotta believe Gotta do this shit here for the team I done found us a way out the street They was just sleep on me, I had to wake 'em up We was just broke on the block, tryna get it up New nigga tryna come 'round, we ain't feelin' him He flexin' that sack, them slimes gon' stick him up Ayy, I don't fuck with these niggas, can't hang with us Nigga can't come around me, he ain't havin' none Got a hundred in diamonds, fuck nigga, add it up Took off on these niggas, I done passed 'em up They know we on a whole 'nother level In my own lane, I got my foot on the pedal Chasin' them M's and, no, I can't let up Too many bitches, no way I can settle
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Andre Robertson, Marquis Alexander Davis, Zaleon L. Bailey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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