Lyrics

I dont need clout I just need closure Lock me in the studio for 72 hours no sleep overs I dont need you to reach out I already reached over Snatched the mic from ya cheap posers And yall weak soldiers Dont call me dont text me I'll give you a cold shoulder and turn my bac on and act like I dont even know ya I got dreams and I'm not talking bout snoring zzz s either I believe in myself witout practicing religious beliefs either Yall rap dudes is liars yall some deceivers My fans dont even play none of your songs not even me either Music Industry didnt take me serious so I took risks Incorporated my steps to be the best now yall look pissed I dont need rest I drive motivation I'm the master of Ceremony My music has no deflation When I was 8 I sold cupcakes for momdukes to raise money To buy more food ya feel me my nigz shit I got made fun of and was laughed at I wasnt embarrassed about the jokes I was wondering where the cash at Im giving you a vivid picture of my memorable flashbacks No cell phone towers No internet no cash app I started makin money for my self sellin baseball cards I sold a Babe Ruth rookie card for $200 Bux to a 70 year old man at retirement home I thought to myself I made this money all on my own I mowed lawns,worked in the fields, and did allot chores In the Arizona heat sweatin out my pours Next quarterbaccen quarter sacs to get 100 raccs Braccen down pacx wit The Squadron inside a cul de sac Naw homie We wasnt horseplayin the whole time We looked broke but we treat the blocc like it's a goldmine Haters got mad tried to rat us all out The fiends told us who the snitches were we took them all out Bes Believe me I wont con you a damn scam My words double impact like Jean claude van dam One thing about me I have striking appearance I'm so decisive when I'm rhyming its like lightning when you hear it I hit me hard with power of mike Tyson when hes swingin Your lyrics verse mines I get medieval within like If Jesus turned evil and brought his demons with him Then go to hell to fight satan just to see who will win now How much you wanna make a bet you still be believing in him I dont get mad I just get even I rather Count 500k in cash sippin Earl Stevens ReInvest 25% in stocks and bonds the other 25% in bitcoin trading Then the last 50% in real estate investments Money flowin harder than hurricane Dorian rollin in dalorian Marking down history historian My music stay boomin like metro I Spit Gasoline out my neck call it Petro It's my way of life and how I like flex tho I'm gifted by the most high really somethin special Where I'm from you have three ways to make it out the hood Stay alive,stay outta jail and stay outta trouble. Play ball,Go to college, or become a star You can be what you wanna be just stay who you are. My Fans research me like a stem cell Cuz I stay flyer than a sky full wit chem trails I'm on higher state of CONSCIOUSNESS Spitting Ill rhymes out my esophagus Your style verse Mines is preposterous I chargen through the rap game like a rihnausurs So stop it bitch! FaReal Life I'm a Juggernaut Fuc wit me Ha I know you not They thirsty... They need a soda pop... Im stacked wit ammo Case load of chops A new scandle For you motor mouths
Writer(s): Cedrick Crawford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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