Lyrics

(Makers) (Yeaa) (It's all your decision) & they might say I changed They look at me different I percocet that pain I pour 4 & sip it They say I done did it Remember just wishing Stay around or go get it It's all a decision Stay on your pivot Don't get caught & be slipping Stay away from them niggas That want all the attention Did everything for them niggas & they all went against it Every day get the shivers Cus they calling & bidding Planted seeds, mama kitchen Now it's come to fruition Baby boy got tuition I was still loading the glizzy I was just counting all this money The shìt got me dizzy We was just back to back in foreign Just riding round the city She said she don't feel important I'm outside tryna get it & I remember who was there When they wasn't fuckin with it Money sitting right there Gotta get up and get it Stand on business then I tear I'm rolling, let's get it It's bout 50 pounds in there On the road in a Civic They seen Backdoor get in there & they all went and did it They say mimicking is flattering I'd rather be On 167th, front the Applebees Saw my lil brother daddy He asked me for some rapper weed I'm way too player Kick shit like Jackie C It was too late to be a athlete Went & hit that block & got to bagging weed I ran from that cop Went on a highspeed Nigga just do your job I'm doing me & all these bitches They pursuing me Bitch ass ex business partner Talking bout suing me Who was really working Nigga you or me? Ain't really need them niggas anyway & you will see Think she wanna stay with me That's cool with me Yeah, he went to make the play with me Sold two a piece These G Wagons keys This a Gucci fleece Wanna come back she begging please Been gone like two or three weeks Ima just keep it P This my percocet pain Hear my vocals bleed This is not a Mustang This a AMG Then I go plain AP Pain run deep as the sea Seen my brother bleed Damn near couldn't speak Saw this bitch I walked past her I couldn't speak Daddy let me a bastard He ain't rich as me Lil bitty bitch gotta move faster Tryna get the tea Jumped the barbed wire I'm scabbed up Running from police You know the truth Now it's your time to speak Say Backdoor you make me weak No eighty-seven, ninety-three You thought this was a sixty-three Happy Halloween The Trilogy Then go G six-five the jeep Too many bodies piling Change the scenery, 4 When it dissolve Ima drink it Mario, Luigi On them shrooms, find my groove I walk in and let it fly Tell the poor to grab a broom This ain't from the fam I been riding with the goons Who is you Niggas fuck your jewels I put on I put on my folks Ain't got shit to prove Fuck the hood Tinted, riding low Got too much to lose You new niggas Don't live by a code Guess it's fuck the rules Can't complain Rapping got me straight Engine humming too He bought one I front him two Pick him up, he pay me back Dreaming bout the taste of Act Run from nothing chase a bag I fuck her then I block her Say "I'm broke" Lil bitch don't make me laugh Like Cascade I'm just skating past I broke the bank that made em mad The struggle that shit made a man My Cuban custom, made to dance Broke her heart and slayed her friends Then walls feel like they caving in When pressure, I perform, we do no playing Know we play to win They say I changed forever say my name Look what the fame done did & they might say I changed They look at me different I percocet that pain I pour 4 & sip it They say I done did it Remember just wishing Stay around or go get it It's all a decision
Writer(s): Chandler Durham, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Justin Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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