Letra

I got what you need I got it no front I got almost everything I want I got my dawgs And they got all these guns And I got all these drugs yeah they fuck up my lungs I can tell you ain't shit by the way you pulled up And I'm popping I got it I already know After these shows I might fuck on these hoes Then I'm back then I'm back then I'm back on the road Straight in the Field with a mac in a tote And I just {???} with a stack in a coat School of Hard Knocks I could pass you a note Rolling back to back to back to back til I'm slow {???} similac it and grow All this popularity getting old The hood is my home Money always on the clock It don't stop when my dog need a bone I'm like Willie McGinest I'll fuck up your play And you know I'm a menace I don't got feelings man Business is business The way that i'm living Should be up in Guinness I'm sick to the finish I need penicillin My dog is a wolf to some sheep in the wool Fool, keep that shit cool She suck on my dick cause i'm taking a pull I'm hung like a bull Real life! Why do these niggas not realize My niggas do kill guys I blow up like field mines I made this shit happen I had me a plan but i always conceal mine I never reveal mine I had to go build {???} in the day Way in the {???} we used to just kill time But now I be going hard every night Making them bills from And this is my real life This Real life!
Writer(s): Stephen Goss, Lakhari Theodore Boyd, Latrell Jaimz Boyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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