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Keenen Drummond
Keenen Drummond
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I was sleeping on the floor and I was at my momma crib
Kept it to myself all my ambitions, how I'm tryna live
And my daughter's smile as bright as diamonds from inside the crib
And that money go out, coming back as quick as karma is
What that **** Biggie said? Carrots in my baby's ear
What that **** 50 said? I was waiting patient here
And I brought Jamaicans here, but grandma had to raise me here
And I got some bitches with some Berkens with some tasers there
****, please don't try to make me care
Y'all was never playing fair, that's why I had to take the stairs
I'm O.T. like a souvenir, you know I'm going stupid there
This ain't time to show no bread, please don't make no movie here
**** power trippin' till they drop down on that food chain
Don't know how to listen, cause my **** really do things
I be taking flight, I feel like Jordan with the Hoop ring
Two door cause a chain reaction, hop out like I'm 2 Chainz
She could get these dollars if she drop it like some loose change
I been through the fire like I'm Sade or I'm Luke Kane
Looking at me sideways like you **** never knew pain
My hustle going dumb, my money young, it's like I knew Wayne
These **** is slacking, I'm blacking out off of the Yak
This same time I be bringing a stacks I , I'm feeling like Jackson
I'm stepping, I'm lighting, shit up and they knowin the bitches I'm smashing
I was sleeping on the floor and I was at my momma crib
Kept it to myself all my ambitions, how I'm trying to live
And my daughter's smile as bright as diamonds from inside the crib
And that money go out coming back as quick as karma is
What that **** Biggie said? Carrots in my baby ear
What that **** 50 said? I was waiting patient here
And I brought Jamaicans here, but grandma had to raise me here
And I got some bitches with some berkens with some tasers there
Heard that shit from Lauryn Hill, nothing really matters still
They still on my dick, they asking why I never had a deal
Dolce when I pass her heels, that don't make me half as real
They don't gotta jack my skills, I play my cards, my hand is ill
Slap you with a couple K to show you that my bands is real
Fuck around, move out the way to show you that my mans is real
Shorty drop the pic today to show me that her tan is real
I ain't even look her way cause I ain't even plan to kill
Everybody bossing up, I'm guessing that the cost is cheap
Shorty left, I ran it up, I'm guessing that the loss was cheap
Who the fuck gon' hold it down, man, you a clown, of course it's me
Thought you knew what I would do, but I knew what you didn't know
Waitin for me to lose, but I blew like it's indigo
I don't love no silly hoe that don't know that I is the goat
**** know my bop, I put you on, just don't be fucking up
Thoughts they had to watch, I stashed a drop and then hopped in the truck
What that **** Rowdy said? Y'all just on computers with it
Y'all could go and sue me if this music got you too offended
I was sleeping on the floor when I was at my momma crib
Kept it to myself all my ambitions, how I'm tryna live
And my daughter's smile as bright as diamonds from inside the crib
And that money go out coming back as quick as karma is
What that **** Biggie said? Carrots in my baby's ear
What that **** 50 said? I was waiting patient here
And I brought Jamaicans here, but grandma had to raise me here
And I got some bitches with some berkens with some tasters there
Written by: Keenen Drummond
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