Lyrics

Enough with all that pain homie Yeah we know it people went and changed on you But you still keeping your aim on Cause there ain't really nothing they can take from you And they mad a little You Probly thought you would've counted me out So I counted up racks for a little, racks up a little, racks up a little Ain't no point of me going back to any part Not even a little, not even a little Not all for dinero But watch how they move when they offer dinero There's subpar dinero Call it that clout, call it attention Whatever you call it, my name you dont mention This ain't no warning, I'm on some flex shit I'm on some pull-up and stunt on my ex bitch Know I do pull-ups and carry the weight And I live humble, not carried away Niggas do hate, it shows on they face I'm on the grind to get booked on a daily I'm talking pay, cause growing up in my days Getting booked wasn't a good thing Was duckin d'z or the Jakes Or Nighas took off your chain And you ain't do a damn thing Enough with all that pain homie Yeah we know it people went and changed on you But you still keeping your aim on Cause there ain't really nothing they can take from you And they mad a little You Probly thought you would've counted me out So I counted up racks for a little, racks up a little, racks up a little Ain't no point of me going back to any part Not even a little, not even a little Used to givin out chances, idgaf how they feel Ain't no chance in this field If you don't get up at will, deal With the cards you were handed Ain't no way you get a pardon Knowing your ways played a part in Amother reason I go hard Matter fact already did, did Idgaf how they feel, still Niggas are all in my business And don't contribute to wins here I give love from a distance I don't budge, i don't miss shit Know mahal on a mission Suttin that would never change Enough with all that pain homie Yeah we know it people went and changed on you But you still keeping your aim on Cause there ain't really nothing they can take from you And they mad a little You Probly thought you would've counted me out So I counted up racks for a little, racks up a little, racks up a little Ain't no point of me going back to any part Not even a little, not even a little
Writer(s): Tajh Moyse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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