Lyrics

Check! Right! Lately I been down and out Tryna find a substance just to drown it out Wrapped in my own head feel like Nick Cannon on Wild n' Out Mama always said count ya blessings ain't shit to frown about I can't fall victim depression's too deep to climb up out Shame when niggas give up the money and start to grind for clout Same dream, stack up the money split it then round it out Dish it to my niggas they never should have to doubt about My loyalty I forfeit the quick digits I'm focused on these royalties Its easy when you know that ya bloodline come from Royalty My niggas never left the hood, tryna show 'em its more to see No timing for the extras so let me let you down cordially She ain't get the picture or understand that its more to me My niggas know I got 'em I promise I tell 'em joyfully Whether its new benzes or taking trips and crossing seas Give thanks to all the people that left me cus thats just more for me And I ain't one to brag but I can't settle for normalcy My mama raised me different thats physically and emotionally I'm tryna change the climate for minorities And even though I rap and sing songs I know its more to be Still these niggas ignoring me I can take you to the fountain of knowledge But I can't help you drink it I had some weak niggas 'round me my circle needed shrinkage Niggas gon drop like flies just as fast as you blinkin' I'm putting shit all in motion to show you what I'm thinkin' Be conscious of the niggas tryna play with your temperament If that dog make you bark you ain't nothin' but a pet to him Oh thats rent to him Money in the bank Thats a threat to him Thats a sign of a nigga thats insecure He want more but ain't pullin' weight so he want yours Thats some flaws Guess you raised by a nigga thats wearing bras Pause nigga? Pause nigga I grew up in the jungle they call the concrete With long streets Clean a nigga like laundry They on E Rowdy niggas they hungry They want fees Rob a nigga they proceeds Then you got the niggas love to wear they nike techs Man they love to flex Different foreign every week its like huarache how they cut they check Got a hater hot he broke and vex, hustler spirit know he next
Writer(s): Sheavon Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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