Lyrics

Couple runners up in scoring position I'm bout to knock that shit out of the park (park) Kick flips like a young nigga Bart (Bart) I been stuntin on these niggas from the start Treat a bird bitch like I'm Peter Griffin Niggas asking where I'm from cause I move different Couple rings on my fingers damn straight glistening I get really mean when these bitches start tripping I just meditate, smoke some grape Come back down to earth (earth) Tell you what's it worth, gotta feed my family first I'm contemplating the greatness I feel inside of me I know that when I ride up on the beat, that its a masterpiece I hope the niggas that's hating don't see this side of me Turn into a beast atleast when they start rushing me Couple runners up in scoring position I'm bout to knock that shit out of the park (park) Robbing niggas for some dollars Snatching bitches purses Count cash after dark, tell me is it worth it Niggas break they fam apart Wanna play the hoodlum card Know they gonna come down hard, end up behind bars Or worse Worse, like 8 feet in the dirt With the other countless souls that fell victim to worse Mama's cry through the night Lost they babies lives Praying down on her knees asking God please why I gotta make it out I gotta make my mama proud Break down all these niggas if they wanna hold me down I gotta make it out I gotta make my mama proud Break down all these niggas if they wanna hold me down Couple runners up in scoring position I'm bout to knock that shit out of the park (park) Kick flips like a young nigga Bart (Bart) I been stuntin on these niggas from the start Couple runners up in scoring position I'm bout to knock that shit out of the park (park) Kick flips like a young nigga Bart (Bart) I been stuntin on these niggas from the start
Writer(s): Stephon Bryant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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