Lyrics

I come from a block in my city where niggas will hate you for nothing It gotta be something O, it gotta be something I come from a block in my city where niggas will hate you for nothing It gotta be something O, it gotta be sumn I got that dank rolled Ain't even changed clothes But I got that bankroll Aw, aw I need that range rov Gotta hustle that's a 10-4 Why tf would I change for Aw, aw I make that fye pop Make yo ass lean, rock 23 that's that beam glock Aw, aw I got that weed off That boy got a mean talk But we never seen pop Aw, aw You niggas wasn't never no friend to me, I know friends just don't turn into enemies You see me in person don't put ya head down nigga just keep the same energy Really you niggas my mini me You know my niggas gone step like a centipede I'm getting money you happy you been a g You can't put street cred on a schedule c I'm just too ahead of the game I just want the fortune ill give up the fame You look out for niggas they tarnish ya name You put that bitch down she gone go fuck a lame And give up the game You know how these bitches be coming Burnt out want respect like a woman You hate on a nigga it gotta be something Don't smoke Gary Payton it gotta be runtz Never explaining myself my real potnas don't need it Opps ain't never gone believe it I made her hide the bomb in her cleavage Bitch better not ask me ask Jeeves Fuck on a bitch so good need Jesus Fye on me now gone clap like cletus Ran up the money now everybody eating I know these niggas ain't never gone believe it I come from a block in my city where niggas gone hate you for nothing It gotta be something O, it gotta be something I come from a block in my city where niggas gone hate you for nothing It gotta be something O, it gotta be something
Writer(s): Rudolph Bernard Isley, O'kelly Jr. Isley, Ronald Isley, Marvin Isley, Ernest Isley, Joseph Jones, Christopher Howard Jasper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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