Lyrics

Desperate times Call for desperate measures Being broke Had me feeling lesser Couldn't ask my momma for a dollar Cause I ain't wanna stress her They say diamonds Form under pressure & when you get it out the mud I swear it's something special I gotta practice what I preach Been slowly cutting off the meat Knock me down I'm getting back up on my feet I swear the struggle so unique These pussy niggas don't ever call me Less they need something & I might end up giving it to em Cause I'm that type of nigga You say your heart big Well mine bigger A'int got no time Can't spend no time with ya Phone keep on ringing Yeah thats the trap Head so damn good Face in my lap Why'd he turn his fucking back That nigga Japp I'm getting money I a'int got no time to play no craps These niggas complain I swear to God they be some crabs I lost a pack I a'int bitch Nigga I just maned up For all the real niggas Tip yo hat & nigga stand up Oh you a man So what you stand for I swear I'm bout to fuck they plans up I stayed down & got my bands up Was fucked up for quite a while Swear I had bad luck My New York niggas Show me mad love Help you spot your fakest of friends That's what that cash does No he a'int solid So that be bad blood I'm getting money But I stayed down for it Go through the process I don't fast forward I serve a nigga Through the back door You wanted fame That's what you asked for You wanted money That's what you asked for Desperate times Call for desperate measures Being broke Had me feeling lesser Couldn't ask my momma for a dollar Cause I ain't wanna stress her They say diamonds Form under pressure & when you get it out the mud I swear it's something special I gotta practice what I preach Been slowly cutting off the meat Knock me down I'm getting back up on my feet I swear the struggle so unique
Writer(s): Ray'quan Harding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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