Letra

You know, I think more than me Because he did a lotta really nice, generous things for me Like, he bought me a house, you know, cars And paid off my student loans and, you know, all kinds of stuff And he'd just be like, "Okay", he didn't care He-he just didn't care about stuff like that When he came to see the house, he was like "Oh, this is like the places you used to take me I'm glad you like your house" Did it on my own, I'ma do my own thing Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate 'Member playin' hide-and-seek in a crawl space Now I could play it in a 16 room by the lake Real estate is an investment, house is in the A Try to block me from my blessin', get shot in the face With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with the aim, aim Hangin' out the window screamin', "Gang, gang" (gang) Don't talk about it, be about it at yo' place of residence And we got the whole shit surrounded, it's obvious, it's evident Ain't nobody better than us, yeah Better than us, be-better than us, yeah, huh Cowboy gun tucked, load it up, buck him Chopper like nun-chucks, use it like Chuck 'nem Child's Play, psycho since a shorty like Chuck 'nem Broad day, walkin' in your house, no Russian (ayy) Two-face, niggas nowadays, I don't trust them Behind yo' back, plannin' yo' attack, that's yo' brother Knife through yo' back, but you feel the pain in your cardiac It hurt when your day ones change like no other Snakes in the grass, they gon' be there forever Third eye open, I'ma see 'em forever I'm winnin' over time, so I'm fine Real day ones, no peons on this side Did it on my own, I'ma do my own thing Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate 'Member playin' hide-and-seek in a crawl space Now I could play it in a 16 room by the lake Real estate is an investment, house is in the A Try to block me from my blessin', get shot in the face With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with the aim, aim Hangin' out the window screamin', "Gang, gang" (gang) It's funny how they think they can't bleed If that's true, then take these .223's and let's see (brrt, brrt) Do what you wanna, if you got the money Just pray that your niggas remain ten toes down Through all the shit, through all the hits Through all the misses, through all the differences We all different, only God knows, he's omniscient Nigga, I know, I'm the shit, so I don't let a fuck nigga catch me slippin' Ridin' 'round with my clique (oh, yeah) Now if you take the L, you took and add it to it, bitch, we lit I'm thankin' God, I'm not sellin' no bricks If it's ever a problem, I'ma call up the problem solvers They pull up and put a hole in your wig Yeah, you and yo' friends, you kill our vibe, we kill yo' man's Damn that, we gon' spray the whole scene then slide back I just spend the whole thing on a Chanel bag But it still ain't put a dent in my stack, oh-oh Oh-oh (oh-oh) Oh-oh (oh-oh) Oh-oh, oh (oh-oh, oh) Did it on my own, I'ma do my own thing Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate 'Member playin' hide-and-seek in a crawl space Now I could play it in a 16 room by the lake Real estate is an investment, house is in the A Try to block me from my blessin', get shot in the face With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with the aim, aim Hangin' out the window screamin', "Gang, gang"
Writer(s): Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Nicholas Mira, Dorien Robert Marchand Theus, Jarad Anthony Higgins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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