Lyrics

Look, I was just a lil' nigga, faithful sinner Hateless winner, cold all winter Living in the thriller, weaponry concealer In the jungle, you know I stay with the gorillas They gonna treat you like they don't tweet "copped me a spinner" Please be careful lil' nigga, I heard that he a killer They be looking at me, like I'm their competition But my rhymes are iller And when you do it for the love then the crimes are realer And now they look at me different Ever aimed for the stars, but you looked at the ceiling Courtesy of the crime Nine to five a jail stretch, this all money for time You ain't feeling me? Nigga, are you hearing these rhymes I got the ill in me, bro mixing up the codeine with Sprite (uh-huh) I give myself worth, and now they pay for time (uh-huh) She don't see the villain, got an innocent mind (uh-huh) I'm making her mine (uh-huh, uh-huh) My block could be like the military But there's too much backstabbing Someone boot pop, I'm bringing rap back in Fearless, we're really in the trap stacking I'm so fully lidge that I don't understand him Mi no speak trapanese (trapanese, trapanese) But I think bro just got a couple keys I told my shorty, "I don't like police" I'm fully lidge, I just want peace But peace is hard to get when you're from where I'm from And P's is hard to get when you're from where I'm from But P will bring peace, you ain't hearing me wrong So one day I'll get paid just for singing this song (uh-huh) For the money We gon' do it for the money Lil' nigga let me teach you something We really made it out of nothing For they money We gon' do it for the money Lil' nigga let me teach you something We really made it out of nothing (uh-huh) Money, money Do it for the money Teach you something
Writer(s): William Edward Pritchard, Henry James Pritchard, Louis Ndidi-amaka Ezeoke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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