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I kill em' but I ain't ever acting, its still a murder scene Money could make a holy prophet turn to a murder fiend We stay outta' trouble, with money I'm tryna' serve the g's It is not a question of when, I tell I'm its certainly I used to move to curvy tings as kid Kinda' funny they were curving me I had the confidence to do it And the courtesy Tables turn, bridges burn, life moves on 2023 to 99, get the mood on 2023 to 99, get the mood on 2023 to 99, get the mood on They say married to money something that I can't be Not my lover, but still gotta' put the billies in my jeans People wearing fake attire, nothing new, that's a defect I'll get something better way quicker that's a re-flex Independent I don't ever send beat back I'm the type to say goodbye and pull off with the seat back Never had beemers' it was clio's and the sedans And they had that shit revamped Bumpers and the boom bass Really I be wishing I was part those days Surrounded by elders eventually part ways Easiest decision I took it hard the way I'm working to be blessed but really I can't wait Me and my g' got the news like Dharmesh and Kaveh Only difference we're the news we're saying it our way I'm tryna' claim that I'm the one to turn this shit around I told Michael I wanna global not just around the town But as for now - in the local setting crowd are getting loud Even skyscrapers started from the ground I told my brothers keep your head down, put that on your head tops Yeah we're on the way there, maybe not the next stop Know we got a long way but Partying is way long Working longs so days so the cheques are all day long Most of that would fly over their heads cos' their walking anyway They never felt the pressure but they're talking anyways Stalling everyday, balling for the pay Acting like they're balling even when they act, it's never paid Just to hear saying man they gotta' run it back that's a replay She effed up twice, that's a replay Same time her man got replayed It's cool cos karma comes around to make sure you get repaid With blessings, devil's work don't work quit stressing Talk to me I don't really like texting 01 baby I'm on brink of all 90's My brother was telling me that I had at 19 Really I knew since I was like 5'3 What was that like 12 probably Oh that' was when The curvy girls never wanted me
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