Lyrics

30 years of life that I reflect on Became a nightmare for all the times that I was slept on Got my leg up, now they're praying not to get stepped on Keep the hammer tucked and nail ya of you don't press on No new friends in my circle Said, fuck ya and get the hell on Recruitments closed Niggas acting like groupie hoes What recoup from show Slipped and told my mama She smiled and did the tootsie roll My girl looks like she's dip on gold and hopped straight out a centerfold Gotta celebrate I tell my homies that we're getting old Same breath, tell all my people that were gettin on Just did a show with $pitta That shit put me in a different mode He throws up the Jets, I throw the West Shit, ifkyk None but animals around this way That's why we tote dem poles Niggas'll strip you out your clothes Fear of God tracksuit when I pass she gets the Holy Ghost I stuffed only cookies in this cone, I'm smokin Do-si-do You did good enough on your run Be we're gon do the most Raising champagne glasses in the air i propose a toast This for the people that ain't here to see this up close This for all the hater, I know you mad but it's love tho I swear I've been She still look good without the makeup Head was better on the wake up I've done figured out a way up Now I'm planning how to stay up And telling promoters pay up Don't compare me to a rapper Most of their story's made up Don't confuse me with a character Niggas can never play us And unless you're Snoop the barber Don't ever think you can fade us I'm going down as the greatest I've been making my hits While they swing and miss in the cages International Dott They play me in Lithuania Now this shit's getting dangerous Nigga, gimmie what you got it receive a headshot It's a no brainer Fuckers forgot what Dott brought to the table Only the thoroughbred get a top spot in my stable I praise God and I'm thankful Raise Cane and I'm Able My brother's keeper, equipped with street sweeper These actions mean a lot My nigga, yo talk's cheaper That's how we know you got less cheese than a cheap pizza Look, I will put all y'all's heads a deep freezer Told you not to play me unless it's through these speakers Killas on you block in Wrangler with heat seekers I sent them in a Wrangler, cuz niggas is Jeep Creepers What the fuck
Writer(s): Rashad Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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