Lyrics

Let's get this straight now I never fucked anybody over in my life who didn't have it comin' You got that? All I have in this world is my balls and my word And I don't break 'em for no one, you understand? That piece of shit up there, I never like him, I never trust him For all I know, he have me set up and have my friend Angel Fernandez killed But that's history I ain't worried 'bout shit, but I'm worried 'bout this money I just hope that my pape' make it back to the D You can get the whole thing if you want it But I'd rather bust this shit down all the way to the G Mama ain't stressin', she fin' get a house and some acres So now she can finally sleep When it come to this money, I be makin' these plays I be feelin' like Luka at the top of the key This bitch wanna fuck every day of the week And I always act like I got somewhere to be This bitch think I'm lyin', but bitch, it's the truth Rather play with my money than play with my meat I can tell you off top that bitch ain't to be trusted She lyin' to you and she lyin' to me I can tell you off top, he ain't gettin' no money But that Instagram shit make it look like he eatin' I 'member back then we was goin' through hell When I didn't see the beauty, it made me a beast Used to get me a dookie pack, act like it's gas And then turn around, sell that shit 15 a G First time gettin' arrested, 12 opened my bag And said, "Goddamnit, dude, that shit really reeks" I'm movin' my head, lookin' over my shoulder 'Cause I rap what I live and I live what I speak Went to war with a few and came out with no scratches I promise to God, boy, them niggas was weak We give niggas pressure, now shit gettin' crucial Now niggas wan' bitch up and run to police These rap niggas lyin', they ain't independent I'm still a stray dog while they stuck on a leash I'm still stackin' twenties, these tens, and these fives At the end of the month, I'ma make 'em look neat (ayy) I feel like I'm Tony Montana, I'm baggin' up dope in my Dolce Gabbana (okay) Lil 2z life really a movie, but I never put all of my business on camera How I been through the rain and I been through the desert They think that Lil 2z a camel How I be in LA and I ball like the Lakers, they think that I'm Julius Randle Give a fuck 'bout an Instagram mention I walk in the room, I be feelin' the tension I feel like I'm Webbie, I'm still independent I just want the money, I don't want the attention Me and Lil Bug used to sleep on the floor And damn near every night we was eatin' that chicken But that was back then, if we talkin' 'bout now It be salmon or shrimp like we stay goin' fishin' I'm here, he's not If you wanna go on with me, you say it You don't, then you make a move I think you speak from the heart, Montana
Writer(s): Angelo Marquis Zimmerle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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