Lyrics

Don't get it twisted I was built for this Money motivated I was feeling shit Uhhh I remember falling but my niggas never let me slip (Yourboymars) No petty shit Word to Simmy bitch Aye Aq what I told ya (gang) Don't get it twisted I was built for this Money motivated I was feeling shit I remember falling but my niggas never let me slip No petty shit Word to Simmy bitch We was zooming round the block and had the music playing shit I remember thinking back man thinking back man I was young 17 I want them pockets fat man A young shooter try to guard im gone make you snap man They call me Irving with the drive cos I went to the rack man Nigga yеah yeah Thinking bout my past likе Im reminiscing all them days you had me passed like Shout out Ak i'm calling broski nigga why you gassed like You never seen a nigga on his grind I guess thats facts right Chasing this paper yeah my niggas never doubted me Im on my grind I swear to god I'm trynna live my dream I pray to god I hope hears on what i've planned to see Hmm no switching sides i'm finna lead my team Man you was with me I started this from the jump Kept saying mars keep on you grind you got it locked And i'm just feeling like I swear this what its got to be On god for me I feel so crazy this so odd to me I just wanna see my niggas winning make proud on g Do this for the fam i'm hard headed but i'm proud to be And honestly i'm finna make it you can count on me And all you hating niggas dont be clapping when its happening Don't get it twisted I was built for this Money motivated I was feeling shit I remember falling but my niggas never let me slip No petty shit Word to Simmy bitch We was zooming round the block had the music playing shit I remember thinking back man thinking back man I was young 17 and want them pockets fat man A young shooter try to guard im gone make you snap man They call me Irving with the drive cos I went to the rack man Don't get it twisted I was built for this Money motivated I was feeling shit I remember falling but my niggas never let me slip No petty shit Word to Simmy bitch We was zooming round the block had the music playing shit I remember thinking back man thinking back man I was young 17 I want them pockets fat man A young shooter try to guard im gone make you snap man They call me Irving with the drive cos I went to the rack man Nigga yeah yeah Uh oh yeah, on god Uh uh Don't get it twisted I was built for this Money motivated I was feeling shit I remember falling but my niggas never let me slip No petty shit Word to Simmy bitch We was zooming round the block had the music playing shit I remember thinking back man thinking back man I was young 17 I want them pockets fat man A young shooter try to guard im gone make you snap man They call me Irving with the drive cos I went to the rack man Nigga yeah yeah
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