Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darron Roberts
Songwriter
Lyrics
I be that nigga that down for whatever ain't stopping for shit got my foot on the pedal
I be that nigga that eat with my fellas
We all that we got and we sticking together
I be that nigga that get to the paper
Standing on one of the greatest
Dumb with this shit going crazy
My nigga mos tote pistols don't fw 380
I bet that nigga fuck what heard
From not having shit, to what i deserve
From pockets on lint, to ball out and spurge
That make niggas mad i get on they nerves
I bet that nigga fuck what heard
From not having shit, to what i deserve
From pockets on lint, to ball out and spurge
That make niggas mad i get on they nerves
Let jump to conclusion, lil niggga don't get shit confuse
Straight up humble as ever and down for whatever you try me I'm gone act a fool
I started off with my hands in the mud
They prayin one day i give up
Im never gone be bankruput cause i stack every dollar the gwalla rush
Up in the trenches just know i get busy can't settled self for less lil nigga
Them 20, and 50s my palms steady itchin I'm gone make it stretch lil niggga
We young and maintain and leaving ya brainless he shaking and panicking nigga
When you speaking to me better lower your tone all the hype and profanity nigga
Now i got a fuck nigga pissed off
Can't tell me nun I'm a big dog
Callin shots I'm a don like Chris Paul
And yo big homie lame he a send off
They counted me out it ain't nun new to me
Member back then everybody like who is he
Fuck the game up and I'm beating it brutally
No laughing matter no time with the foolery
I be that nigga that down for whatever ain't stopping for shit got my foot on the pedal
I be that nigga that eat with my fellas
We all that we got and we sticking together
I be that nigga that get to the paper
Standing on one of the greatest
Dumb with this shit going crazy
My nigga mos tote pistols don't fw 380
I be that nigga fuck what you heard
From not having shit to what i deserve
From pockets on lint, to ball out and splurge
That make niggas mad i get on they nerves
I bet that nigga fuck what you heard
From not having shit, to what i deserve
From pockets on lint to ball out and splurge
That make niggas mad i get on they nerves
It's a shame when came in this bitch that i fuck the game up niggas mad and they upset
And my convos is money you talk about that then it's coo if you don't aint no subject
All my niggas is brothers from another mother been Thuggin real hard since Rugrat's
I don't want no award, I'm not chasing no clout
Cause the scared bout the fact that I'm up next
And these niggas be having audacity
To come to my face and be asking me
Can i hop on they shit for the free aint no more of that shit for the features it's half a key
I be fly than a bitch with no stylist
So much drip bunch of shit in the closet
Niggas acting like bitches in blouses
Cause they always talk shit and be childish
Straight up from the Westside
Deep in the projects
Never gone stop til a young nigga time next
In my own mind going In my Conscious
Thinking smart wise of the top of my process
Ain't no sweating this shit is too easy
Fuck the peolpe who didn't believe me
Gotta keep it a thousand that money keep Pilling I'm spreading this shit like Furbrezzy
I be that nigga that down for whatever ain't stopping for shit got my foot on the pedal
I be that nigga that eat with my fellas
We all that we got and we sticking together
I be that nigga that get to the paper
Standing on one of the greatest
Dumb with this shit going crazy
My nigga mos tote pistols don't fw 380
I bet that nigga fuck what heard
From not having shit, to what i deserve
From pockets on lint, to ball out and spurge
That make niggas mad i get on they nerves
I bet that nigga fuck what heard
From not having shit,to what i deserve
From pockets on lint, to ball out and spurge
That make niggas mad i get on they nerves
Writer(s): Darron Roberts
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