Lyrics

Lemme' tell you bout' way way back in the day Young nigga couldn't afford no J's Lemme' tell you how Ma Dukes worked 3 jobs And still barely seen any pay Lemme' tell you how We ain't have no food to eat nigga couldn't get no sleep Let me tell you bout' it I was down on my ass they ain't care bout' me Now they trynna care bout' me You ain't my family my brudda my slime don't worry bout' me Know these pussy niggas heard bout' me Love to talk ain't said a word round' me Niggas shiesty ain't no loyalty Momma told me boy you royalty Write a hit and call it Poetry Young nigga keep it G Top floor pent baby tell me what you see VVS shine bright gone and check the link Good girl fell in love with her kinks When she step in the room mane this shit like a ring Been countin' these blessings Tom Brady with the ring I'm doin' my thing Like 600 million steps ahead of these niggas so please do not mention a thing I'm humble with it Nigga focused I can't stumble with it Got the bag I can't fumble it Touch my people then we rumblin' Tumblin' Out in Vegas with the raiders I talk to scammers robbers traders Know some niggas servin' gas just like a cater Don't do no favors your friends can be haters I'm smokin' this gas straight from Cali i think I'm a laker I might just fuck her i won't date her Think she a freak cause she want me to pay her But her friend trying to buss it down later Yeah for the freeski Shoutout to B-ski He kept it solid when shit wasn't easy Shit got real sticky My brudda he step with the blicky He draw down ain't yellin' out Ricky He want a eighth then I'm taxin him 50 They love to hate me like I'm 50 This ain't no game but this shit can get tricky I broke her heart cause I'm picky These niggas rats like they Mickey I gotta go get it, It feel like my time tickin' Follow that feelin' nigga you ain't trippin' They was plottin' on me I had to go flip it Do it on my own was my best decision If i up it know I got precision Y'all niggas fiend for attention Mad cause they hoe in my mentions Top of the list but I don't need to mention They copied my flow went and got a new dentist You niggas just totin' them guns for a image If I give you my heart babygirl it's a privilege Niggas shiesty ain't no loyalty Momma told me boy you royalty Write a hit and call it Poetry
Writer(s): Angel Calderon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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