Songteksten

(Look) Blue cup, black gun Paid dues, that's done Favors from me, can't ask none Black eyed the game and got passed on Me, I kept this shit super solid Came up, and nigga you acknowledge See me in my coupe, I got stupid dollars I'm a dropout but now I speak at colleges Ironic, I'm honest I get paid to speak my mind, and it's crazy to me Just pay me fooly, if I wrote a script it'd be a crazy movie About my life, about rolling dice, about taking risks You gotta know the price, gotta know yourself, on the coldest nights Can't turn it down, you gotta own the fight Win, lose, or draw, you could ball You could've kept it real, but nigga, you'sa fraud Before you get the shit, you gotta lose it all And then you find yourself and see that you'sa God And that's real shit, thousand hundred dollar bill shit Front hood to the hills shit, like how the fuck did we build this Real shit, look Blue cup, black gun Paid dues, that's done Favors from me, can't ask none Came in the game then I passed up I can't stop, won't stop I'm the type to get more guap You the type to fasho flop I'm from Brynhurst and them dope spots [?] It's hard run this fast, n these haters don't care, n they see it and they stop, sittin on them bladez with the blowed out brains, smoking kush n switchin lanes, see the only thing I think about is how the sound might fall, please don't stop until the beat comes home, oh (Aye, check it out, look) I'm still runnin' laps, takin' fades, I still run it back Talkin' guns, I got a hundred straps And I be in your bush if you fuck with' fats, that's a fact I don't fuck with' rats This boss life, I got a lust for that Pullin' up at Sak's, blow a hundred sacks in my V12 I don't fuckin' slack, not at all I gotta ball, they shot my dog Rest in peace, my nigga, Frog Life is short, nigga, then it's gone But in the mean time we tryna get it all You should get involved, I'm really raw Before this rap shit, I really balled Alpina's, nigga, on white Lincoln's, nigga Black beamers, nigga, they can't see us, nigga (naw) Sometimes I get so offended by it Don't compare me to none of these fuckin' liars I'm fuckin' flyer, I'm fuckin' realer Play with' me, I'll be a fuckin' killer Seven takes with' no fuckin' filler Now victory laps my fuckin' thriller If you broke, I ain't fuckin' with' you Unless you went broke while you was fuckin' with' me Then you bounce back cause it's nothing really We gone do it big 'til they fuckin' kill me
Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Christian Cleveland, Ermias Asghedom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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