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Koron Jerrell Wilkerson
Koron Jerrell Wilkerson
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Lyrics

I love the women around me I love these bankrolls If you gon make it Lil homie one of em can't go But you gon have it all in due time I'm tryna make a way otherwise I might do time Cuz I Gotta make a way for my family My little brothers gotta be as great as they can be I went down to the H to go build with my family I'm Strapped up every day cuz we can't do no plan B Everything just started switching I can feel the distance I can feel the love and the hate around me I'm on a mission for these millions Fuck a job and pension Fuck a politician I don't need em around me I been too hard on myself I work too hard for my health I got some shit on my conscience won't share with nobody else I been the greatest since my past life Fuck a nigga and his advice I feel like Floyd did in his last fight Ain't met a nigga with his jab right I done did the different engines Did the different bitches I done hit the road tryna stack my chips Hundred rubber bands duffle bag won't zip Praying to the Lord than my mans don't snitch And I outdid the opposition Did the dirty dishes Spent some nights alone tryna write my hits Fighting for my soul Rest In Peace my kid I'm paying everyday for everything I did Can't count it up like a thug can Steve Jobs is my plug man Hold the weight like a grudge man Show the fine print to that judge man We still straight from that one lick Don't talk about that one shit I'm a champion I don't like to brag But Like Hamilton we let guns rip I did the altercations Did the pulling up Did drive bys in my own hood Tryna prove that I was tough I did the different women Did the running game Woulda thought a nigga played football Doing two or three a day I been stressing Karmas teaching me a Lesson I treat this shit like it's a blessing I did this shit all to myself man I done did the different engines Did the different bitches I done hit the road tryna stack my chips Hundred rubber bands duffle bag won't zip Praying to the Lord than my mans don't snitch And I outdid the opposition Did the dirty dishes Spent some nights alone tryna write my hits Fighting for my soul Rest In Peace my kid I'm paying everyday for everything I did
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