Lyrics

We need artillery from overseas So when we swing them niggas block looked we had smoke machines Ion care when yo next tape drop I need my bros released There go yo beef put two fingers up because you sold yo piece Nigga hold yo peace you had options but you chose the streets Nigga would fail a open book test they slow and can't read I'm on the road to the riches why shouldn't I speed Foot on their necks cant tell you the last time I seen them breathe Can't let 'em breathe Take a breath youngin Fuck all them designer shoes just watch yo step youngin They only gon check on you when they see them checks come in Know you ain't got nothing to prove to none of these crash dummies It don't last that long so don't get addicted to that fast money Gotta find a new place for these rappers cuz the trash flooded If music wasn't round these niggas would prolly be grass cutting Class cutting with a couple clowns now they act mad funny We passed stunting go get some houses and some land for me If they ain't a threat to the fam then leave em be Every time I get my foot in the door I start to get cold feet You stole my style you owe me I should kill yo' ass low key They left the youngins hope free now they approach me like a OG I say look me in my eyes like a man Seen the reaper at 13 and ever since he held my hand Was down on my dick bad My mama cried that wasn't my plan How the fuck you say you love me when you ate you wasn't sharing Grab the gun blow out my brains just to say I'm shooting stars Got us working every night we turned the corner hid our cars And I cant promise you a thing cuz god ain't promise us tomorrow I put my all into these lines I better sweat up in these bars And they looked at me as the youngin Running with the older crowd Couldn't do the shit they do but I guess that I'm older now And I told shotty just keep running them shells popped my shoulder wow You my big brother you was hustling and ain't even show me how Take a breath youngin Fuck all them designer shoes just watch yo step youngin They only gon check on you when they see them checks come in Know you ain't got nothing to prove to none of these crash dummies It don't last that long so don't get addicted to that fast money
Writer(s): Christopher Payton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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